He awakened in a bedroom he had loved since childhood. He had earmarked it as his own back then. Odd he hadn’t realized then, in his childish dreams, that these suites wouldn’t be his without a few sacrifices. For instance, he wouldn’t inherit the house until his father died. He’d rather be living in Trixi’s guesthouse than without his dad, but that good man had been gone nearly as long as Rylan’s wife. The heart attack that killed his father caused Rylan to make some changes in his own life. He had started a tough exercise regimen that molded his body into something he was pleased with. He might not have the hard muscle of a man half his age, but then again, he might. Since he didn’t spend any time viewing other men’s bodies, he didn’t know, but at least he didn’t cringe these days when he looked in the mirror. His body was honed and hard from the exercise he did each day to keep a heart attack at bay. At the same time he had also altered his eating habits. Gone were the foods he and his dad had enjoyed to excess and in were foods he had grown to love, fruits and vegetables and the like.
