So, I often made my way to the dock so I could just be alone with my thoughts. It was quiet there, and there were no people to impress (or not). Just me, the pond and my books. Always romance novels. I’d been coming to the pond for almost a year and had never seen another person there, and then one day, I came through the trees into the clearing and spotted Mack’s older brother sitting on the dock. My dock. My spot.
