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| back to hard work at your sheep station." |

| Sasha's face colored at the mention of her "husband." She lowered her eyes, then when Ashton took her hand, looked back up at the captain. "Why, it would be a pleasure, sir, and Ashton and I appreciate your thoughtfulness," she murmured, a wave of ecstasy flooding her insides as Ashton snaked an arm possessively around her waist. |

| The events of the previous night were still fresh in her mind. Oh, how he had loved herhow she had loved him back! |

| Enough to be married? |

| Yes, that was what she wanted. She had begun to be able to place Woodrow Rutherford and the way he had abandoned her from her mind. She could not envision Ashton ever turning his back on her. |

| Yes, she wanted to be Ashton's wife! How wonderful it was to have finally made up her mind to trust and totally love him! |

| She looked adoringly up at him and blushed anew when he gazed down at her, surely seeing something wonderfully different in her eyes. |

| "Then let us rid the river of the debris, and after the boat is on its way again, I would like to have the honor of having you two at my table for breakfast," Captain Kelton said, smiling from Ashton to Sasha. |

| "That sounds delightful," Sasha said, exchanging glances with Ashton again. |

| Then she cast a worried look toward the riverbank, wondering if Stanford and his men had truly fled. Was it safe for Ashton to leave the ship to help move the stacked limbs? What if Stanford and his men returned? |

| Again she looked up at Ashton, wondering what |

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