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been and what she’d been trying to do. He wouldn’t simply wish for it, though. He would do whatever he could to rewrite her memories of the past, so she would love the land, not aim to destroy it.
    As a silver lining, he didn’t have to worry about blurring the line between what was real and fake in their relationship. Everything was fake. She was not a person he could like, trust, or build a future with.
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Unlike last night’s dinner, Tucker barely spoke two words throughout the evening meal, no matter how many times Gwen apologized for falling asleep on him during their picnic. He claimed not to resent her for nodding off, but his icy demeanor said otherwise.
    Although she’d done nothing all day but nap, eat, and relax, by the end of the meal her headache had become intolerable. She went straight to her room and crawled into bed. The pain might have been worthwhile if she remembered pieces of herself and her life pre-coma, but she’d come no closer to answers and had drifted further from Tucker than ever.
    The next morning she awoke to Sage sashaying across the room, holding out a shake in such a bright hue of green it glowed like a traffic signal. She blinked and sat up in bed, the miserable evening flooding back to her.
    “This isn’t working. I’m supposed to be healing, but nothing’s changed. I’m wasting your time and mine and especially Tucker’s.” No wonder he was pissed at her.
    “You’re not wasting anyone’s time, and you are making progress, even if you can’t see it,” Sage assured her, pressing the too-bright drink into her hand. “And ignore Tucker. He’s being a bit of a knucklehead, and he’s not helping either of you by dumping my incense and avoiding the shakes I’ve designed especially for him.”
    Gwen smiled at the knucklehead description. “If I’m really progressing, I don’t even notice because it happens too slowly. What do you recommend to work off my frustration?”
    “Sex is always a good standby.”
    She choked on her drink.
    Sage laughed. “Alternate option: Trixie is leading a yoga class on the lawn in fifteen minutes. Why don’t you give that a try?”
    Yoga. She spun the word around her brain. Nothing clicked to lead her to believe she was a yoga kind of girl. On the other hand, to discover how the Wiccan Haus owners operated their resort, she ought to check out as many of the offered classes and amenities as possible.
    Trying out yoga sounded a whole lot less intimidating and risky than testing the benefits of sex.
    After dressing in stretchy, comfortable clothes, she paused in the hall at Tucker’s closed door. No, she wouldn’t disturb him by inviting him to join her. He’d lost patience with babysitting her.
    She headed to the lawn and took her place at the back of the assembled guests.
    “We’re going to start with a palm tree,” a tall woman with long silver hair announced.
    Gwen followed the instructions, reaching her hands to the sky and then back behind her. Stretching on tiptoes, she reveled in the salty ocean breeze teasing her face.
    “Feel the cool air brushing your skin. Feel the stretch in your body. Clear your mind,” Trixie called out.
    Yes. She understood those things. Ignoring the yoga instructions, Gwen reached behind her and pulled one foot up toward her butt. After stretching her hamstring, she repeated on the other side. She didn’t know her yoga poses, but a litany of stretching exercises filled her mind, ones she performed every day before she headed out for a jog.
    She ran.
    Every day.
    She was a runner. Not for sport or to race but to clear her mind and center herself.
    Trixie called out a new position, but Gwen ignored her, adrenaline humming through her veins. She knew something about herself, something real and true, and needed to explore every aspect of her discovery.
    Spreading her legs, she bent first over one and then the other. She had no idea what kind of stamina she had or if she’d be able