“One more,” I urged, standing above Devon, who was flat on his back beneath the barbell. His face was strained, every muscle in his arms and chest tense as he pushed upward with everything he had. “Push.”
He groaned, gritting his teeth, sweat beading along his brow. My hands hovered close to the bar, ready to grab it if he faltered—but he didn’t. He powered through, elbows trembling, a growl rising from his throat as he locked out the final rep and racked the weight with a triumphant clang.
“Great job, man,” I said, helping guide the barbell into place with a nod of approval.
“New PR,” he grinned, sitting up on the bench, chest heaving, his face red with effort. “Thanks for the spot.”
My attention shifted as movement caught my eye near the front desk. I saw her—Cora. And from the look
