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| But nothing seemed to help, for it was not just the bedroll that had become an annoyance to herit was the tightness of her clothes. The rain and the river water had caused the material of her breeches and shirt to shrink. |

| "Do I detect in the way you are tossing in your bedroll that you are having problems going to sleep?" Ashton suddenly said from behind her. |

| Sasha jumped with alarm. She had thought that she was totally alone in her misery. She sprang to a sitting position, her blankets falling down away from her. Lightning awakened with a low, snappish growl, then wagged her tail when she saw Ashton. |

| "Lord, Ashton, you scared both me and Lightning to death," Sasha scolded, patting the dingo pup. "I thought you were sound asleep. Everyone else is." |

| "No," he said, bending to a knee beside her. "I was faking it. I thought I'd give you enough time to realize that you chose unwisely when you said no to my offer of my tent tonight. Seems I was right in my calculations." |

| Sasha lifted her chin stubbornly, yet melted inside as she looked into Ashton's violet eyes. The reflection of the fire in them was turning them a strange sort of mellow purple-gold that threatened to tear down all of her defenses against him. It was as though he were looking clean into her soul, burning a path of desire to her heart. |

| "It is not where I am sleeping that is the bother," she said, hating herself when her voice broke with the sensual emotions that were awash within her. "It is you, Ashton. Now go on back to your tent. I am fine. Just a bit restlessbut fine." |

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