story there.â He shrugged. âThere might be.â He opened his front door and picked up his keys. âThis will be my first time off base. My first time in Japanâmy first experience of Tokyo. What do you have planned for me?â She felt a mild sense of panic. She hadnât even thought about anything like that. Normally, if she had friends visiting from abroad sheâd plan a whole host of things for them to do. When new people started at the base sheâd sometimes take them on a city tour, or at least sit down with them and make some recommendations. âIâd only planned on taking you to a book store. What do you have in mind?â She walked out the door ahead of him. He closed the door behind them and fell into step beside her. She was conscious of the fact that anyone who saw them would realise they were going off base together. It was no big deal. None. So why did it bother her? âHow about you try some sushi this time? Or some karaoke?â She let out a laugh. âOr maybe Iâll introduce you to a sento or an onsen .â He looked at her curiously. âWhat do you mean?â She waved her hand. âNo. Iâll save that for another day.â A breeze swept by them, giving her another dose of his aftershave. She stopped walking. âThatâs what weâll do.â âWhat?â âWeâll go somewhere you can find some new aftershave. You smell like all the teenage boys around here when theyâve stolen some of their fatherâs aftershave for the first time.â He lifted an eyebrow at her. âThat bad, eh?â She almost laughed out loud. The move, and the line delivery was almost like something from a movie. There was something about this guy that was so infectious. Most of the staff had been talking about him today. They were impressed by his quick actions the day before and his clinical skills. There had been the inevitable discussion about his good looks and whether he was attached or not. Then there had been a few comments about the fact that he seemed to have homed in on the Major Generalâs daughter already. Those comments had made her distinctly uncomfortable. She was almost sure that he hadnât known initiallyâno one did. But by the time heâd asked her to show him where to eat he had known. Part of that made her skin prickle. Sheâd like to think that who her father was didnât matter to him, but she really didnât know him that well yet. It didnât help that the first thing sheâd noticed had been how well his dark blue jeans fitted around his backside, or that the thin designer T-shirt showed the definition of his pecs. She almost jumped when he slung his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. âHey? Where are you?â She stopped walking. âWhat?â âYou looked a million miles away. You had a strange expression on your face. Everything okay?â She stepped out from under his arm. Heâd already got too close. âIâm fine.â She gave herself a shake as they approached the base exit and held out her arm. âHere we are, the prefecture of Tokyo.â âDonât you mean city?â She shook her head. âTokyo isnât a city. Itâs a prefecture. It has twenty-three wards, twenty-six cities, five towns and eight villages. Not to mention the two island chains. Itâs the most populous metropolis in the world.â She laughed and said, âWe could stand here all day and argue about the size of the population.â His eyes widened. âWow.â She nodded as they left the base. âLetâs head to the subway. Itâs the quickest way to get to where we want to go.â âYouâve still not told me where weâre going or what weâre doing.â She gave a little shudder. âFeel free to pile the pressure on. Thereâs a million things to do in Tokyo. But most