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| know how bothersome this entire day has been." She nodded toward her wet floor. "And now you dirty up the floor faster than I can clean it. Ashton, don't you have better things to do?" |

| Still disgruntled over the previous night, when Sasha had again stung his heart, Ashton walked on across the wet floor. He grabbed a tin cup from a peg on the wall, bent to one knee before the fireplace, and took the coffeepot from the hot coals of the fire. Ignoring Sasha's angry breathing behind him, he poured himself a cup of coffee. |

| Replacing the coffeepot in the hot coals, he rose to his full height and started to walk past Sasha to leave, but suddenly his feet slipped on the slick floor and as coffee splattered everywhere, he fell with a splat on his rear. As he landed, one of his hands hit the bucket of water, knocking it over. Sudsy, dirty water began spilling in dark streamers across the already cleansed floor, drawing an appalled gasp from Sasha. |

| "How can you be so clumsy?" she stormed, reaching quickly to try to right the bucket. But her eyes widened when she felt her feet slipping beneath her. Before she could steady herself she found herself falling awkwardly on Ashton, landing face to face with him. |

| "You were saying?" Ashton said, a slow smile quivering on his lips. He was inclined to help her up, but then thought better of it, enjoying her embarrassment. He could not deny, either, how much he relished the feel of her breasts crushing into his chest. For a moment he was catapulted back to the previous night when she had shared so much with him so willingly. |

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