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| Chapter Twenty-Four |

| The aroma of coffee brewing over hot coals awakened Sasha. Leaning up on an elbow, she looked toward the fireplace, wiping sleep from her eyes. She was surprised to see Ashton up and around, just now slipping his fringed shirt over his head. She gazed out the window and saw that it was still dark outside, then back at Ashton who was now so determinedly yanking on a boot. |

| "Ashton?" Sasha questioned, tossing blankets aside and sitting up. "Why are you up so early?" She remembered all too well the night before, when Ashton had been so drunk that she could hardly get him to the bed. "Do you even feel like being up?" |

| Ashton gave Sasha a somber look as he yanked his other boot on. "I behaved like a drongo, last night," he said, determined. "I'm going to make up for that behavior today." |

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