♥ Lance ♥
Ironworks was loud that afternoon. Weights clanged, treadmills hummed, and someone had the music turned up just a little higher than necessary. I walked in after my shift at the pharmacy, gym bag over my shoulder, mind not on deadlifts or intervals, but on a small ring in my office drawer and a date circled in my head.
Valentine’s Day.
I scanned the floor until I spotted Shane near the squat rack, checking a client’s form. Caleb stood by the pull-up bars, talking to one of the regulars. Both of them looked relaxed in the way of men who had already asked the biggest question of their lives and survived the answer. I waited until Shane finished with his client. When the guy moved off toward the water cooler, I stepped in.
“Do you have a minute?” I asked. He took one look at my
