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| that he had been polite enough to cover the lower part of his anatomy. Perhaps now she could keep her sanity while talking to him. |

| "Ashton, you know that the sleeping arrangement is the problem," she said softly. She nodded at him. "Youyou could have at least kept your clothes on." She felt the heat of a blush rise to her cheeks again. "Why, it is shameful the way you have chosen to sleep. Especially in the same room as I." |

| Ashton laughed awkwardly, looking down at himself, then slowly up at her. "It never occurred to me to sleep any other way," he said good-naturedly. "Sweet darlin', we're here at our sheep station to stay. Don't you think you're going to have to find a way to overlook a few thingslike sleeping arrangements and what one chooses to sleep in?" |

| Sasha thrust her chin up stubbornly. "You can argue the point all you want," she said. "But never shall I be comfortable with these arrangements." |

| "Should I hang blankets across the room?" Ashton said, his anger beginning to rise. "Shall I divide the room so that one half is yours and the other is mine?" |

| Sasha's eyes widened innocently. "Why, that is a wonderful idea, Ashton," Sasha said. Then her lips curved into a pout. "But there is still only one bed." |

| "Isn't that so!" Ashton said sarcastically, stepping away from her. He went to the bed and scooted it angrily across the room so that it was hugging the far wall. He turned and glared at Sasha. "Now does that solve the problem? That side of the cabin can be yours. I don't need a damn bed." He frowned down at her. "Or are blankets still required to give you the privacy you desire?" |

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