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| keep it hidden beneath her hat, she would be fighting it constantly. |

| And in his anger hadn't Ashton told her to go ahead and cut it? |

| She should, just to spite him! |

| While looking in the mirror, she caught sight of her naked ring finger. She held it out before her, missing the cameo ring, but not what it had stood for. She was more bitter than sad now that Woodrow had not returned for her. Surely he had abandoned her. Even if it had been at the advice of his attorneys, he had abandoned her no less! She was worth less to him than being a baronet. Had his title been threatened because of his association with her, he surely would have chosen it over her! |

| "No matter why he has not returned for me, I shall never wholly trust a man again," she whispered harshly. "Even Ashton. He would surely abandon me also if there were monetary rewards in doing so!" |

| "Did I hear someone speak my name?" |

| Ashton's voice behind her drew Sasha around to face him. She had not heard him enter the room. How much had he overheard while she was fussing to herself? |

| Her face colored, but she soon discovered that it was not what she had been doing or saying that had caught Ashton's attention. She could tell by the way his eyes were raking over her that her attire had completely caught him off guard. She had talked of dressing as a man for the journey. But never had he thought that she had been serious. |

| "Damn," Ashton said, ambling toward her, his |

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