But now, I just need to keep my lips sealed as she walks around, getting ready for our trip to the pool.

“Okay, I think I have everything I need.” She plops sunglasses over her eyes.

I move to the dresser where I placed a yogurt parfait. I hand it to her and say, “Picked up some breakfast for you in case you were hungry.”

“Oh, thank you.” She glances up at me and then back at the parfait. “That was kind of you.”

I just shrug. “Not a big deal.”

“Okay, well . . . are you ready?”

“Yeah. Towels are by the pool.”

“Great.” She tosses on a cover-up, and then, with parfait in hand, we head out of the hotel room together, keeping our distance from each other. Thankfully, the resort is for adults only, meaning when Myla takes off that cover-up, she won’t be having a nip slip in front of children, just me. Then again, we’ve already had one today.

“What did you have for breakfast?” she asks, probably trying to fill in the awkward silence.

“I went for a run this morning. Picked up a protein shake on the way up here.”

“Should have guessed. Although, I thought that you would drop the regimen for a day and enjoy a donut.”

I pause and wonder if that bothers her, that I’m always keeping up with my workouts, that I haven’t really changed since I retired. I guess in that respect, I haven’t slowed down on keeping fit. And I think a part of that is because I’m not ready to let go of that part of my life. If I stop caring so much, tracking all my nutrients, then that means I’m letting go of something that has been so constant in my life for so long.

“Maybe I will tomorrow. The waffles in the restaurant smelled amazing as I passed.”

She chuckles. “You eat a waffle? That would be a day to celebrate. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you eat any sort of carb in the morning.”

“Well, there’s always time for change,” I say, making a mental note to show her I can change. I can listen. I can try new things. Like waffles first thing in the morning.

“Well, if it isn’t the Bisleys,” Banner says from behind us. “Headed to the pool, I see?”

When I look over my shoulder at Banner, he has a massive grin on his face. I can only imagine what’s rolling around in his head at the moment. “We are. Where are you off to?”

He motions to his jeans and T-shirt. “Going on a tour of the vineyard.”

“By yourself?” I ask.

He grins even wider. “No. I’m escorting Kelsey’s cousin, Kenzie. She’s a marine biologist.”

“Are we interested in Kenzie?” I ask him as we reach the elevator.

“I’m always interested. But yeah, she’s pretty cool. Really shy, hence why I’m escorting her on the tour. She’s not very good at making friends. At least that’s what Kelsey told me last night.”