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| ows on her cheeks as she cast her eyes downward. She then looked up at him again. |

| "You didn't say why you are dressed so pretty, Sasha," Ashton persisted, his eyes too dark and knowing. |

| "Ashton, I assure you that my reason for putting on a pretty dress today is perfectly innocent," Sasha murmured, feeling trapped. She was afraid that if she didn't tell him the truth, he might surmise that she planned to go driving again with Stanford Sidwell. She did not want to ever make Ashton jealous again over such a terrible man. Yet if she told him that she was concerned over a woman who lived on Stanford's sheep station, he would not allow her to go there. She had not even thought to mention Bianca to him! |

| "Then do you mind telling me why you are acting so damned uneasy because of my questions about the way you look today?" Ashton persisted, scowling down at her. His jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed. "Don't tell me that you've accepted an invitation to go on another buggy ride with Stanford Sidwell. I thought you and I had come to an understanding, Sasha. I thought you were perfectly happy with me." |

| The truth out, the hurt there in Ashton's eyes and in his voice, Sasha felt no other recourse than to confess the full truth to him. She left the porch and went to the home's side, reaching for Ashton's hand. "My darling, never would I wish for another man's company now that I have made peace within my heart over my feelings for you," she said softly. |

| Ashton slipped from the saddle and swept her into his arms, cuddling her close. He placed his nose |

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