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| back to Ashton, her breathing shallow. |

| Ashton looked up at her, disappointed yet again. Even though he had expected her to behave like this again, it did not make it any easier for him to accept. It made him feel less than a man not to be able to draw her into a comfortable relationship with him, to get her to treat him as though he was worthy of the loving she had just given him! |

| "You took advantage of me," Sasha suddenly blurted out, turning to look down at him with accusing eyes. "You knew just how to make me forget my true purpose for being here. You are very skilled, Ashton York, in making a woman forget everything exceptexcept for pleasures of the flesh." |

| A heated anger raged through Ashton. He rose quickly to his feet, not taking the time to care that he was still nude in front of a lady who seemed to care less about that part of his anatomy than most women he had known. |

| "I try to understand you," he said, his fists clenched at his sides. "But by God, Sasha, I am beginning to doubt that I ever shall. If Woodrow Rutherford is the cause for your erratic behavior, I damn the day you met him!" |

| He flung an angry hand in the air. "I should've left you wandering on the streets of Melbourne longing for the damn aristocrat," he shouted. "At least my life wouldn't be guided by the misfortune the man wreaked on your life!" |

| Sasha gasped and covered her mouth with a hand. Tears pooled in her eyes as she watched Ashton angrily grab his clothes and blankets, then leave the house in a fury. She sobbed when Lightning fol- |

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