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| Chapter Twenty-Two |

| Leaving Ashton asleep in the tent, Sasha crept from its close confines and stood just outside, rebraiding her hair. The other men were just stirring. No one seemed to have noticed her yet, giving her time to enjoy the morning and revel in wondrous memories of the previous night. She never felt as loved, as desired, as now. And wasn't the morning just too wonderful? The air was so crisp and clear it made her want to kneel down and kiss the earth! |

| A sudden breath teased her ear, then lips brushed the nape of her neck. "Good morning, Spike," Ashton whispered, sending ripples of desire down her body. |

| Her hair now neatly braided and pinned to the top of her head, Sasha spun around and looked adoringly up into dark and knowing eyes. She draped her |

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