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| could not help but admire the fancy way he was dressed. Today he even wore white kid gloves. |

| But the clothes did not always reveal the true personality of the man. She would never forget how immaculately Woodrow had always been dressed, and she had learned that he was not at all the gentleman that he had appeared to be. He had proven himself to be not at all trustworthy! |

| "Good-day, Sasha," Stanford said, stepping down from the buggy. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. "I am glad you chose to go on this outing with me. It will be delightful to have a lovely lady such as yourself sitting by my side while I take in some of the wonders of this outback." |

| His lips were cold and wet on her hand, and Sasha wished that she had worn gloves to protect herself from his kisses. She drew her hand away and held it behind her. "I can be gone for only a little while," she murmured, now having fully committed herself to this project that she dreaded with every fiber of her being. "I shouldn't even be going with you today. I have many chores to do." She winced when he took her by the elbow and helped her into the buggy. |

| "If it were up to me, you would never soil your lovely hands with menial chores," Stanford said, climbing aboard the buggy beside her. He lifted the reins and slapped them against the horse's back, urging it around, then into a gentle lope as it passed through the high fortress gate. Stanford eyed the fence with a lifted brow, then smiled in amusement, as if he understood why Ashton had constructed it. |

| "It is of my own choosing that I live on the sheep |

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