Caitlin
Lifting weights is not my idea of a workout. I need cardio—I like to move to rhythm, get my heart rate up to music.
But beggars can’t be choosers.
The trouble is, I don’t really know what to do with any of this equipment. I bend over and try to pick up a dumbbell.
“Hang on, doll—”
I nearly break my back lifting it. It comes off the floor a half inch and crashes back down.
“Right. Too heavy.” I swivel to eye Paolo’s broad shoulders with new appreciation. No wonder he’s so strong. He’s in here lifting weights as heavy as a Mack truck.
His lips curl. It’s not quite a smile, but close. He saunters over and takes the weights off the ends of the bar, leaving only the two end pieces on. “Try it this way,” he says.
“That’s just a bar.” Oh. And it’s still plenty heavy. I change my g
