Getting into character, I push Wilder to the side and say, “For the love of God, stop showing everyone your body and zip yourself up.”

The smallest of smiles pulls at his lips before Wilder says, “Well, at least someone was looking at my body.”

I roll my eyes and walk up to Sanders, arms crossed, looking none too pleased to be here.

“You guys ready?” Sanders asks.

“Let’s just get this over with,” I say.

“Odd, I think I said that to you last night when you got in bed,” Wilder says, causing me to gasp.

“Says the guy who took forever to⁠—”

“Okay,” Sanders cuts in. “Let’s leave the arguing to a minimum. Remember, this is a team event, so you must work together as a team.”

“We know,” Wilder says as he finishes zipping up.

Sanders steps aside and says, “On your marks, get set, go!”

Wilder pushes me to the side and takes off like a bat out of hell, making me chuckle as I follow behind him.

“Hurry up, wench.”

“Don’t call me that!” I yell.

“Put those short legs to good use.”

I chuckle again and hate him for it, because he’s not supposed to be getting me out of character.

When we reach the first obstacle, Wilder waits for me. It’s a small zigzag with palm trees at every turn. The inflatables are incredibly unsteady as they float on the water, and there’s a solid chance we’ll fall into the water just like every other couple that has started this race.

Pulling me in close, Wilder whispers, “You go first. I’ll rock it too much with my weight, causing you to be off-balance. Remember, the palm trees are just air. You can’t hang on them.”

“Got it,” I say and then shout, “Stop freaking mansplaining everything,” and pretend to whack his hand away.

The first two zigs are easy, but then the float starts to become pretty rocky, so I stay light on my feet and tackle the next two. When I feel myself start to go off-balance, I leap to the end of the zigzags and land on all fours on the inflatable, causing it to rock. I look over my shoulder just in time to see Wilder tiptoe his way across with ease, the rockiness of it not bothering him once.

“What are you doing? Get up,” he yells.

When I make it up, we go to our first staff member who’s holding a card.

Looking between us, they ask, “Do you feel you two spend enough quality time together?”

Without blinking an eye, Wilder says, “No. I’m too absorbed in my phone, and I miss a lot of things she says to me.”

Wow, okay, that feels all too real.

I answer, “No. I stopped planning fun activities because he always ruined them when something didn’t go his way.”