“What a welcome to Christmas Cove!” the driver prattled on. “You’re both lucky that farmhouse was close by.”

“Yes, we were—”

“I’m telling you, it if were me?” the driver’s voice droned on. “I’m not sure what I would have done. Why, a long time ago....”

After a bit, Mallory stopped responding, knowing the driver wouldn’t even notice. Instead, her thoughts turned to Brock. It was strange how over the last few days, he had become a part of her, somehow. Tears slid slowly down her cheeks as she watched the snow-covered landscape pass by, but the only thing she saw was Brock.

But as they neared Christmas Cove, excitement...