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The Daly Waters Pub in the middle of Australia’s Northern Territory was one of Jeannie’s favorites anywhere on the planet. If they were going to make her convalesce for a month, she’d be damned but she was going to do it in style. And that Cal had the same idea of what defined style made it all the better.
They’d rented a small caravan in Darwin and a car stout enough to tow the tiny camper. It boasted a tiny kitchen and table, and an all-in-one shower and dunny that was definitely too small to share. Which didn’t matter because most of the rest of the caravan was a comfy bed.
She’d taken him swimming in the Wangi Falls of Litchfield National Park. It was a twenty-meter waterfall that seemed to appear out of nowhere atop a cliff and disappear to nowhere after languishing for a whi
