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to forget about Angus and enjoy Simone’s company. Just because his brother was intent on living the life of a recluse, didn’t mean Logan should feel guilty about getting out and enjoying himself.
    â€˜I actually think the turbines themselves are rather beautiful,’ Simone confessed, ‘but to be honest I don’t know enough about them to make an informed decision. I have heard they can be damaging to local wildlife or even hazardous to humans. Do you think there’s any truth in that?’
    â€˜I’ve interviewed people on both sides of the fence and I visited a few of the more established Australian wind farms and, in most cases, from what I saw, the livestock weren’t affected at all. In fact, cows seem to love wind turbines.’
    She raised her eyebrows but her smile said she found this amusing. ‘You’re a cow whisperer as well now, are you?’
    â€˜No.’ He laughed. ‘But I have got photographic evidence of cows and their love affair with wind turbines.’
    â€˜Show me,’ she demanded, leaning forward and giving him a glimpse of her cleavage.
    â€˜With pleasure.’ He swallowed and then whipped out his phone, scrolling back to some of the photos he’d taken while researching the story. They leaned towards each other as he showed her his favourite shot of a black and white heifer rubbing herself affectionately against the great pole of a wind turbine.
    â€˜Aw, she’s adorable,’ Simone said, her voice full of warmth. ‘Still, no offence to cattle, but how would they know if the turbines were affecting their health? They’re not exactly the smartest creatures on the planet, are they?’
    â€˜If I was a cow, I’d take offence to that.’ With a grin, Logan put his mobile back in his pocket. ‘Plenty of scientific studies have been conducted around wind as a renewable energy and there’s not yet been any evidence found to link the turbines with adverse health effects on humans or animals.’
    â€˜It certainly sounds like you’ve done your research. Maybe you should become a politician, you can be very persuasive.’ She smiled at him as she twisted some more pasta onto her fork.
    He laughed. ‘If I can’t persuade my own brother to consider wind-farming on our property, I doubt I’d ever be able to convince strangers of the benefits.’
    â€˜You want to lease your land for wind-farming?’
    He simply nodded. In addition to all the reasons he’d listed to Simone, his recent diagnosis meant he had other personal reasons for pursuing an alternative source of income for the family farm, but he wasn’t about to share that with her yet.
    â€˜And why is your brother so opposed to it?’
    Logan shook his head. ‘Fuck knows why Angus does or thinks anything.’ Then he cringed and hit her with a sheepish smile. ‘Sorry. Language.’
    She laughed. ‘It’s okay. I’ve been told I swear worse than a shearer.’
    â€˜But I bet no-one cares when someone as gorgeous as you curses.’
    She blushed. ‘My mum cares. She reminds me constantly that I’m not too old for her to wash my mouth out with soap.’
    He grimaced at the thought, almost able to taste the soap himself. ‘She never actually did it though, did she?’
    â€˜Hell yeah, she did. First time I was about seven. All I said was “bloody” and she marched me into the bathroom and practically shoved the whole bar of Lux into my gob. You’d think I’d have learned my lesson but I can’t help it. I like the way curse words sound on my tongue. Didn’t yours ever do the same? Or were you a good boy with a clean mouth back then?’
    He couldn’t reply; he was too busy laughing at the image of a feisty little redheaded girl with a whole cake of soap in her mouth.
    â€˜It’s not funny,’ she protested, although her tone said she disagreed.