"Thought so. Can't tell really, without your shirt off, but you look like you're doing a good job at it, keeping your balance.""I don't have a coach, but I've read some books." The kid flushed lightly. He was Kerrin's brother and Gary had seen Kerrin's library. If there were any family resemblance, it was a cinch the kid would read books. Now Matt ran his eye with shy speculation down Gary's front. "I guess you've been lifting weights a long time, yourself."Gary shifted his position against the desk. In prison there wasn't much else of a constructive nature to do. "Yeah, but not for the past several days," he told Matt. "Unfortunately, I didn't see a gym in town.""There isn't," Matt confirmed. "But listen, anytime you want you can come over and use my set. It's in our garage."The kid's offer signalled the end of hostilities, an end Gary had been consciously orchestrating. But it did something more, touching a nerve deep inside him, a nerve that Gary normally kept crusted over with a protective coating of cynicism."Well, thanks." Gary frowned at the jarring of that nerve.
