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| could tell by the smirk on his face that he thought she had come to see him. A shiver coursed through her when he stepped up to the horse and reached for her hand. |

| "Let me assist you from your mount," Stanford said, flinching when Sasha jerked her hand away from him. His smile wavered. "All right, stay on the damned horse." He placed his fists on his hips and glared up at her. "Why are you here?'' |

| "I want to make it perfectly clear right now that I am not here to see you," Sasha said icily. She peered around her for any signs of Bianca, narrowing in on the makeshift bunkhouse that sat far back from the cabin. She hated to think that Bianca was having to share the bunkhouse with more than her husband. Surely her reputation had preceded her and she would be fair game for any man who had the notion to bed her. Sometimes even a husband could not protect his wife if a man's lusts were heightened. |

| "Then why have you come?" Stanford asked in a throaty growl. "Did Ashton send you with a message? I thought he got his piece said well enough to me the last time I saw him." |

| "Ashton does not even know that I am here," Sasha said, then regretted having been so truthful when Stanford's lips smoothed into another slow, smug smile. |

| "Oh, he doesn't, does he?" Stanford said, a hand moving to his sheathed knife, his fingers circling its handle. "Do you think that's smart, Sasha? Ain't you scared to death of the likes of me?" |

| Sasha shifted nervously in her saddle. Her fingers tightened on the horse's reins. "I do not frighten all that easily," she said, jumping with alarm when a |

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