““Wow,” Finn said, looking her up and down. “Wander into a bad part of town?” Megan looked down at the scrape on her left knee and the nasty bruise forming on her shin. “No. It was…practice,” Megan said. “I’m sorry, should I go?” “No! No,” Finn said, pulling a stool out from the wall. “Come in. Take a load off. You look like you could use it.” Megan smiled and inched into the shed, afraid to touch anything with any part of her body. She slipped sideways past his easel and sat down on the stool, which shifted under her weight. Megan threw her arms out for balance and Finn caught her hand. “Sorry. It’s kind of old,” he said. “No problem,” Megan replied. She looked at his hand clamped around hers. He released her, clearing his throat and slapping his palm against his jeans.””
