of them have to be planned. I could take you to Shibuyaâs shopping district and the famous Hachiko crossing.â This time he gave a shudder. âNot tonight.â She smiled as they bought tickets for the subway. âWhat about the Imperial Palace? Or the Meiji Shrine? Do you like the outdoors? We could visit the Japanese Gardens. Or plan for another day and go on the bullet train or visit Mount Fuji.â The subway was fast and efficient and only took a few minutes to appear. âSounds like thereâs too much to do in Tokyo.â She nodded. âThere is. Whatever it is you want to find, Iâm pretty sure Iâll be able to find it. You just need to plan. Tokyo and its districts are a big place. It would take around two and a half hours to get to Mount Fuji from here.â Avery fixed his eyes on the snow-topped peak in the distance. âIt looks fantastic. Iâd love to go there one day.â He met her gaze and smiled as the subway rolled along. The shudder of the subway echoed the shudder in her body. The smile seemed genuine. He seemed a warm and friendly guy. But did she really want to get involved with someone she worked with? Wow. Where had that thought come from? He reached up and put his hand on her shoulder. Touch. He seemed to be big on touch. âBut from the list you gave me thereâs a whole lot of Tokyo out there. Seems like Iâll be spending most of my time off exploring the place.â Someone jostled her from behind and she stumbled forward a little, pressing right up against Averyâs chest. She looked up. âSorry.â He put his hand on her hip. âItâs fine. It seems really busy around here. I guess we should just get used to being up close and personal.â It was the way heâd said it. Half joking, half serious. She wasnât quite sure which. And she wasnât quite sure which one she wanted. She pressed her lips together and gave him a nudge. âGet ready to wrestle your way out of here. The next stop is ours.â Three minutes later they were standing in front of the multi-storey bookshop. âI thought these places had gone out of fashion. Doesnât everyone read on phones these days?â She gave him a shocked glance. âShame on you. Thereâs nothing nicer than the smell of a brand-new book. Donât you just love the way they feel in your hands? Canât you remember the excitement of being a kid and been taken to a bookstore and told to pick what you wanted?â He had an amused expression on his face, with tiny crinkles around his eyes. He glanced upwards at the huge store, which had windows lined with books. âI canât say that I did. I was more a racing-track and cars kind of kid.â They walked through the main entrance and she shot him a curious glance. âYou mean you didnât have a mini-stethoscope and medical kit?â He shook his head as she pointed at the escalator towards the kidsâ books. âNo way. I didnât want to be a doctor then.â She turned to face him as they rode up the escalator. âReally? What did you want to be?â He tipped his hat at her. âCanât you tell?â âNo way. You wanted to be Indiana Jones?â âDoesnât every small boy?â She reached up and touched his hat. âI thought you said it was a family heirloom? Oops!â He grabbed her arm as she fell backwards. Sheâd been so engrossed in quizzing Avery that sheâd forgotten the escalator would reach the top quickly. But his timing wasnât so good. As she fell back she pulled him with her and they both landed on the floor at the top of the elevator, Avery flat on top of her. A teenage boy with wide eyes stepped over them as Avery rolled her to the side. âWeâve got to stop meeting like this,â he groaned. He was squished right up against her. Sheâd thought theyâd been close on the