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| was too insistent about his other plan to even listen to something that had nothing at all to do with the success of their sheep station. |

| Ashton nodded toward the coffee brewing over the fire. "I made the coffee for you this morning, Sasha, in hopes that might make up to you for last night," he said. He smiled slowly at her. "I've got one hell of a headacheone I don't think I'll ever forget." |

| Sasha laughed softly and swung herself from the bed again. Barefoot, the hardwood floor cold against the soles of her feet, she went to Ashton and twined her arms about his neck. She looked adoringly up at him, then drew his mouth down close to her lips. "My darling, you don't want to go to work with a headache," she whispered. "Let me kiss it away." |

| She drew his mouth to her lips and kissed him long and sweet, arching her body into the curve of his. But too soon he placed his hands to her waist and set her away from him. "I don't think that's the way to help me with my misery," he chuckled. "It'll just start another oneone that'll keep me in this cabin all day long if you're not careful." |

| "Well we can't have that, now can we?" Sasha teased, trying to wriggle into his arms again, yet again being pushed gently away. |

| "We'll save this sort of pastime for when we're on the riverboat," Ashton said, walking toward the door. He grabbed his wide-brimmed hat from a peg on the wall. |

| Sasha scampered after him. She took his hand and stepped around to gaze up at him. "Riverboat?" she said. "What riverboat?" |

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