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| and she found herself constantly fighting her feelings for him. |

| Loud laughter and jeers caused her to look away from Ashton and out the window again. Her eyes widened as Rufus playfully knocked Crispin into the champagne in the horse trough, only to be dragged in after him. |

| "Doggone them," Ashton grumbled. He looked at Sasha, then down at his nervous pet dingo. "Sasha, hold onto Lightning. If the pup gets mixed up with that mess out there, she's liable to get shot for being a dingo, no matter that she is tamed and mine. I didn't go through hell taming the pup these past two months just to get her blown away by some drunken fool." |

| Sasha nodded eagerly and grabbed the dog up into her arms. She cuddled the pup close, recalling the day that Ashton had brought the dear thing to the pub after having found her running loose and half-starved on the outskirts of Melbourne. Sasha's heart had gone out to the pup with the short soft fur, bushy tail, and erect, pointed ears. Its color varied between yellowish and reddish brown, with white underparts, feet, and tail tip, and a marking on its head that set it apart from all the other dogs in towna patch of white in the shape of a star. |

| Ashton had no trouble convincing Sasha that wild dingoes, although bold and suspicious, could be tamed, and those raised from puppies could become affectionate pets. She loved the pup at first sight! She laughed to herself when she recalled the day the pup was named. It was during a fierce electrical storm. The lightning was snapping and pop- |

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