Mallory nodded. “I haven’t been back in three years.” She laughed. “As much as I hate to say it, I’m ready for a little bit of my ‘normal’, too.” She sighed, looking at the fire. “It’s funny. The whole time I lived in Christmas Cove, I couldn’t wait to get away. All the time I wasted, not enjoying where I was, always wanting something more.” A smile lit her lips. “But now, I can’t wait to go back.”

Brock nodded. “It’s funny how that happens sometimes. But I never want to go back to Afghanistan.”

Mallory inclined her head to the side, a smile lighting her lips. “Well, how about...