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| "What do you mean?" Sasha said, sweeping her legs from the bed. But her feet had scarcely touched the floor when Ashton came to her and lifted her legs back on the bed and had her comfortably covered. |

| "There isn't any need for you to get up this early, Sasha," Ashton scolded. "Get another wink of sleep, because you and I have quite a journey laid out before us tomorrow." |

| Sasha's mouth parted in an effort to question him further, but his lips were there, silencing her with a sweet brush of a kiss. |

| Ashton drew away from her and took his gunbelt from a peg on the wall. "I've decided to get what sheep are left standing sheared, and we'll take the wool to market tomorrow," he offered, fastening his gunbelt around his waist. "I'm tired of waiting to see what tragedy might befall us next. I'm going to beat the odds this time. I'm going to take the wool and get what we can while it's there for the taking." |

| Sasha stared at him, surprised, yet she knew that she shouldn't be. He was right to do this. Tragedies seemed to be following them around like the plague! She was beginning to wonder if anything they did would save their dream of being a success as owners of a sheep station. So far the odds had been against them. |

| She suddenly recalled Bianca pleading with her at the riverand why. Had Sasha actually agreed to take Bianca's child? What would Ashton think? Would he ever understand? |

| She wanted to tell him about it now, yet something deep inside her warned her against it. Now was not the time to stir up more problems. And he |

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