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| was. Ashton. He was not one to give up so easily. And this time, she had no choice but to welcome any assistance that he might offer. |

| In truth, she was now totally at Ashton's mercy! |

| She slowly turned and faced him. Her lashes blinked nervously up at him as she smiled. "You were right," she hated to confess. "I do need a change of clothes. Do you truly have something that I can wear? I would still rather not travel in a dress." |

| Ashton smiled down at her. "I think we can manage something for you," he said, chuckling. "You may look a mite comical, but you can pretend you are a circus clown traveling with this outfit solely for our entertainment." |

| He paused for a moment, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "But, sweet darlin', you may have to let us call you Spike again," he teased. "That name would fit a circus entertainer well enough, don't you think?" |

| Not finding any of what he was saying amusing, Sasha jerked away from Ashton. "On second thought," she said dryly. "A dress will do me just fine." She turned to storm away from him, but he stepped in front of her. |

| "All right," he said, frowning down at her. "I won't tease you anymore tonight. Come on. Come to my tent. We'll go through my clothes and find something that'll do." |

| Sasha searched his eyes, then acquiesced. She walked with him to his tent, then became tense and wary when she felt the intimacy of his quarters as they crawled in together. The fire's glow was weaving dancing designs on the outside of the tent that |

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