Alejandro doesn’t smile when I check in. He just hands me my key like I’m a problem he didn’t ask for.

I try to brush it off, but something about his quiet intensity sets me on edge—and not in a bad way.

He’s brooding, yet gorgeous, and completely uninterested in making small talk with the upbeat, recently divorced woman crashing his perfectly controlled resort.

Enters Rachel, my best friend-slash-human hurricane, who signs us up for every resort activity known to man. Suddenly I’m stuck paddleboarding next to Alejandro, hiking behind him, and making awkward eye contact over morning pilates.

He surprises me. He listens when I talk. He remembers little things.

I should’ve known I was in trouble the second he took my hand under the stars and said my laugh reminded him that life keeps going.

He still wears his wedding ring. And I’m flying home in three days.

So tell me, how on earth do I walk away now?