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| "I see you've come to continue annoying me," Sasha said, her spine stiffening. She flung her hair back from her shoulders. "I guess the only reprieve I can have from you is to just go on to bed in my tent." She spun on a heel to face him. "If you please, do allow me that privacy, Ashton." |

| His jaw tight, his eyes filled with rage, Ashton set his pup to the ground and flung a hand frustratingly in the air. "Damn it, Sasha, go and have all the privacy you want," he said, his voice a near shout. |

| Stung by Ashton's rage, Sasha gazed at him for a moment, her lips parted, then she turned and rushed back to the campsite. Without hesitation she crawled into her tent and became as comfortable as possible in her bedroll. |

| She lay and watched the shadows of the men outside and listened to their jokes and laughter. Her eyes narrowed and she felt the heat of a blush rising to her cheeks when she recognized Ashton's voice, his jokes no less raunchy or shocking than the other men's. |

| Flopping over on her stomach, covering her ears with her hands, she tried not to hear this side of Ashton that she had never known before. She had somehow set him aside from all other men, as though putting him on a pedestal, because he had been so kind and gentle to her. |

| But now she was seeing that a part of him was just like any other man. Did that mean that he was like other men in other respects? |

| Would he be like Woodrow? |

| Would he tire of her and eventually abandon her? |

| A soft whimpering noise and a nudging at the bedroll at her feet drew Sasha's attention, and she |

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