Post-dancing with him, standing at the bar among other winners of the Lumberjack Challenge, I should have had more energy than I did. Perhaps it was being on my feet most of the day, watching five out of the nine lumberjack contests. Jack saw me yawn and asked, “You ready to get out of here? Looks like you could use a nap.”
“Long day.”
He nodded. “For both of us. Let’s finish our beers and bolt.”
After draining our longneck bottles, we shared many handshakes, a few hugs, and said our goodbyes to friends and acquaintances. On our exit from Timbers his hand slid against mine, cupped it, but fell away just as quickly. Again, confusion came over me regarding those few seconds. Whatever. I disregarded the action and we walked to our separate vehicles, climbed inside, and I followed him back
