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| concern," she murmured, tilting her chin stubbornly. Then she slowly looked his way. "But I would like to know how it is that you know Ashton. Why are there such bitter feelings between you?" |

| Stanford chuckled. He reined his horse to a halt beneath the shade of a leafy coolibah tree. "I'd suggest you ask Ashton about our past relationship," he said. "But I doubt if he will answer you, nor do I intend to." |

| Flustered, Sasha exhaled nervously. When Stanford stepped from the buggy and came to her side to offer her a hand, she momentarily refused to budge. But when he persisted, she saw no other choice but to acquiesce. Perhaps she could get on with this and leave much sooner if she cooperated with his wishesto a point! |

| Stepping from the buggy, her shawl loose around her shoulders, Sasha refused to let her eyes meet Stanford's admiring stare. When she had her footing on the ground, she moved on to the river, then stiffened when she heard him behind her. |

| "Lovely lady, turn around and see what I have to offer you," Stanford said insinuatingly. |

| Almost afraid to, not sure what he had on his mind now that he had gotten her away from her sheep station, Sasha turned slowly around. Her lips parted when she saw a bottle of wine in one hand and a small wicker basket containing long-stemmed glasses in the other. |

| "Just a bit of sweet nourishment, and then I shall return you to your sheep station," Stanford said. |

| "The Homestead," Sasha corrected. "We call our sheep station The Homestead." |

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