She sagged back onto her pillows, the necklace clutched in her hand to her heart, the rose resting in her lap. "God, it's good to be home."
Home. Rena. Two words with the same meaning for him now.
He'd found that just as it was okay to bring darker parts of his military career into his relationship with Rena, into his house, he now always carried a part of her with him wherever he went. It had been a long journey across the years, across an ocean, but finally he was where he belonged.
"Yeah, babe, it sure is good to be home."