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German Shepherd when I was a little girl. In fact, I still have the scars to prove it. I’ve just never really warmed to dogs since. Stupid, I know, but just the way I am.”
    “Understandable.” Personally, he wasn’t fussed on cats, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. “I’ve had dogs all my life, but then I’ve never had one be anything other than loyal to me.”
    “Back home I have a pair of Birman cats called Indie and Lexie, and if I’m completely honest they’ve probably done me more damage with their claws than your dog has probably ever done to you with his teeth.”
    They both laughed. Logan changed the subject for a second, wanting to point out to Candace where they were going.
    “See just over there? That’s Cockle Bay and it’s where I’m taking you for dinner.”
    “I thought we were just going for drinks?” she asked, her nose almost pressed to the window, looking where he’d pointed.
    It was the reason Logan had brought her here, because he knew how amazing the harbor was to visitors. Him? He’d grown up with it and was used to it, but every time he’d returned from a tour it had always put a smile on his face, told him he was home.
    “If you’re not hungry, we can always skip dinner.”
    “Don’t be silly. After all that energy I used on stage, I’m famished,” she admitted. “And dinner sounds great.”
    Logan parked his four-by-four and jumped out, grabbing his jacket and pulling it on. He walked around the vehicle and opened the passenger door, waiting for Candace to step out.
    “Thank you,” she said. “You know, it’s kind of strange for me getting out on this side of the road.”
    Logan waited for her to grab her purse, before shutting the door and leading the way, walking slowly so she didn’t have to hurry beside him.
    “Your shoes are insanely high.”
    “I know, but aren’t they fab? They were a gift from my favorite designer.”
    He raised his eyebrows. “You’re talking to a soldier, sorry. But they do look cool, I guess, for a pair of shoes, that is.”
    Candace laughed. “I definitely need to spend more time with real people. Of course you couldn’t care less about my shoes!”
    He shrugged and pointed ahead. “We’re going to a place called Jimmy’s and they have the best seafood in Sydney. Plus they’re right on the water.”
    Candace started walking even slower, a smile spreading over her face that he couldn’t miss as they passed a couple who didn’t even look at them.
    “You have no idea what it feels like to just walk along the street and not be noticed. I’ve missed this for so long now.”
    Logan looked up, taking comfort in the bright stars twinkling in the dark sky—the same stars he’d looked at every night when he was on tour even though he’d been on the other side of the world. When he was at home in the Outback, they always seemed brighter, but they were still just as pretty to look at in the city.
    “When I was on my first couple of tours, white soldiers were pretty easy to notice. I remember the first time we went through a village, and the women were screaming out to us, begging us to help them. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but the pleading, desperate looks they were giving us told me that I was their last chance. That that’s how they thought of us.” Logan took a deep breath, wondering why he was even telling Candace all this. He hardly ever spoke about his tours, except with Brett, but for some reason he just needed her to know. “These little children were hanging on to us, grabbing us as we walked through on patrol, and we gave them all the food we had. It wasn’t until the next day that we found out all the men had been killed by local insurgents, and the women were left to fend on their own, terrified that they’d be next, and with no way to provide for their children.”
    Candace had almost stopped walking now, her eyes like saucers, filled with tears as she stared at him. Her hands were