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| saved my life?'' she teased, realizing that she did not truly look much better than he. Her soaked shirt and breeches were soiled with all sorts of river muck and mire. "Now that wouldn't be showing my gratitude in a very nice way, would it?" |

| "I can think of a way that I would like to be shown your gratitude, but I don't think you would want to hear it," Ashton said, giving her a knowing look. |

| Sasha's face was consumed with a blush, knowing what he most surely had to mean as his eyes raked over her. She was very aware of how her wet clothes clung to her like a second skin, and of how the nipples of her breasts were clearly defined beneath the shirt. If any travelers would happen along now, there would be no way to disguise herself as a man. At this moment, she would not even want to pretend. The way Ashton was looking at her was enough to make her very aware that she was a total woman. His violet eyes were causing her insides to become aflame with passion, yet she knew that this was not the time, or the place, to let him realize how much he disturbed her. |

| If ever. The bitterness that Woodrow had caused within her was still festering like an open wound. She had trusted him. She had been wrong. |

| Loud yelps drew Sasha and Ashton's thoughts elsewhere. Together they turned and gaped disbelievingly at Lightning as the dingo pup floated past on a barrel in the middle of the river. |

| "Lightning," Sasha said in a low gasp, covering her mouth with her hand. "I forgot about Lightning!" |

| Ashton bolted into the water. Sasha watched him |

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