Clay and I had been seeing each other for a few months when I noticed I’d put on a few pounds and I knew exactly who was to blame. When I was younger, I’d been a chunky kid. Classmates teased me by calling me “Fatty Patty” or “Holt the Hulk.” I didn’t manage to shed that extra poundage until high school when hormones kicked in and my metabolism went through the roof. And I’d managed to keep my weight down in my adult years by not eating like a mad man and working out. But now that Clayton Teal had come into my life with his delicious cakes and other assorted foodstuffs, I was porking up again. The average person wouldn’t have noticed I’d put on a few pounds, but I noticed. Having dinner with Clay a few times a week was wrecking my diet. Before I’d started seeing him regularly, I could come
