“Come on, Lacey. Pull your head out,” Harrison said a little too loudly. He brought his face down closer to hers. “Do you want to be a walking wounded woman? Since when have I had to catch the weight bar so it doesn’t go falling down on your chest?”
Lacey sat up on the bench, startled by his frustration with her. “Maybe you should have let it fall on me,” she muttered.
“Oh, stop with the victim thinking, Lacey. Where’s it coming from?” He bent down with both arms on the bar of the bench press, bringing himself within inches of her. “There’s no way you’re gonna be able to compete in this contest if you keep going like this,” he added.
Lacey’s eyes welled up, and she could feel that tightening sensation that happened in her throat whenever she was going to cry. “I’ve got to use the restro
