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| down onto a chair, then sat down opposite her. "Talk. Talk it all out. Then perhaps you will even feel like setting a date for leaving for the outback." |

| "Are you sure you want to hear me talk about Woodrow again?" Sasha murmured, blinking her thick eyelashes at Ashton. "At the beginning, when we first became acquainted, you listened intensely. But since then, you . . . you do not. I understand, Ashton, if you would rather I didn't worry aloud again about my awkward situation with Woodrow." |

| Ashton reached for her hand and patted it. "I understand that it makes you feel better to talk out your worries," Ashton said, now circling his fingers around her hand, relishing the touch of her flesh against his. He had yet to kiss her, and his mouth hungered for her lips more than he would have thought possible. |

| Even now, every fiber of his being cried out to hold her and tell her that no matter how many promises she had made to that rich aristocrat, it was Ashton York she loved! He could see it in her every look! He could feel it when they stood close, as though her soul was merging into his! |

| He knew she loved him. And in time, she would admit it and allow him to return that love in every way known to man! |

| "Go ahead, Sasha," Ashton further encouraged her. "Talk it out. I'm here to listen." |

| "I explained to you about being orphaned and that Woodrow took me in to be his ward," Sasha said, watching Ashton closely to see whether or not she should truly go on. He seemed to be controlling his mood better than the last time she |

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