"Del lay back on the bench and looked up at the face of his spotter, who was bent over him, gloved hands resting casually on the bar. His spotter lifted his eyebrows in query.
"You remember, I was kind of worried after we had that conversation last week?" Del asked.
"Yep." the spotter said with a dash of impatience in his voice.
"Well, Mr. Winthrop says everything is okay. Just not talk about it to anyone."
"That's a relief. You gonna lift this, or just look at it?"
Del nodded his blond head sharply. "Okay, I'm ready. After this set, I'm quitting for the night. I'm dead beat."
The spotter smiled down at him. With a grunt, the spotter lifted the bar, now weighted with two hundred ninety pounds. He moved the bar into position above Del's open hands and began lowering it.
Just as Del's fingers were...