Declan smirks, his eyes darkening. “I think we’ve already burned more than enough calories today. But I can think of at least a few other ways to get to the target that don’t involve yoga.”

“Is that the big surprise waiting for me at the end of this?” I ask with my eyebrows raised teasingly at him, but he chuckles and shakes his head.

“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you ahead of time. Now come on, let’s finish this up. We’ve got other places to go and people to see,” he says as he tries the pose again. We get through the rest of the routine quietly just in time for lunch, so we pack everything up and drive to a local place for some of the best Thai food I’ve ever had in my life.

I’m sure the day is going to end there—but then he takes me to the spa for a couple’s mud bath treatment. I’ve never done anything like that before, but it’s always intrigued me. And I have to say, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as funny as Declan in a vat of mud, covered from head to toe, with cucumber slices over his eyes.

But I have to admit, it is relaxing, and in a weird way the thick, slightly warmed mud feels great on my muscles after the yoga in the park this morning. It doesn’t end there, though. After we’ve showered off—they keep us separate for that, unfortunately—the attendant takes us to another room where we get a couple’s deep tissue massage.

By the time it’s over, I could go right to sleep for the next fifteen hours. But Declan insists on taking a little walk around downtown Denver to do some shopping, so I give in. I’ve lived in Denver my entire life, but we stop at so many places I’ve never heard of or been to before that I lose count quickly. The day passes in a wonderful blur, and we end up sitting down for dinner at a five-star restaurant in the mountains that has a stellar view of the range and the entirety of Denver.

But as we sit down across from each other, I can’t shake a sense of déjà vu. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but something about this place feels oddly familiar. Actually, everything we’ve seen and done today has made recognition prickle somewhere deep in my brain. And as I unroll my silverware to drape the napkin in my lap, the realization strikes me.

This all seems so familiar… because it is.