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| hard again, daring him with unwavering eyes. ''I am, Ashton. I am." |

| "The hell you are," Ashton said. He took her by the wrist and led her up the steps, across the porch, and into the house. "Now this is where you belong. Not poking around over at Stanford Sidwell's. Mind your own affairs, Sasha. It's healthier that way." |

| A slow boil rose within Sasha. She jerked herself free from Ashton and placed her hands on her hips. "How dare you," she hissed, unable to control her temper. "Although I have confessed to loving you and have been happier these past few days than ever before in my life, I cannot let you rule my life, Ashton York. I must feel free to come and go as I please. I would hope that was a part of our bargain, Ashtonthat I be treated like someone with brains and common sense. I am not a mindless ninny, Ashton York. And I don't want to feel as though I am always having to prove it to you. Do you understand?" |

| Ashton was taken aback by her defensive attitude, yet he should not have been surprised. This was a part of why he had always been attracted to herher perseverance, her stubbornness! And she was always so damn pretty when she was mad! |

| But no matter what she said, he could not allow her to get mixed up further in Stanford Sidwell's affairs. And knowing Stanford and his lust for loose women, Bianca was not at his sheep station only because she was married to one of his men. Stanford was surely lifting her skirts and taking his share of enjoyment from her. |

| Then his insides tightened as he recalled also having heard what sounded like a woman's scream |

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