I found a fifteen-pounder and hoisted it with both hands. “Here. Try this one.” He took it from me, his fingers brushing mine, and it felt like he’d meant to do that. Which was dumb since I was in the middle of what had to be the most embarrassing moment of my life, and that included the time I walked into my second period class in seventh grade with my skirt tucked inside my underwear. Or the time I’d accidentally walked into the men’s bathroom at a Christmas Eve service and got an eyeful of the youth pastor. Or the time I’d face-planted it at my college graduation ceremony.
