The song ended and the crowd began to line up for the next line dance. Hazel hurried off the dance floor and Logan followed. He caught sight of Hazel’s ass in that skin tight dress and he froze momentarily. She’s not wearing underwear, either, he realized. Stop it, he told himself. She’s a m
Logan was putting the last of the beer he’d bought for his party in his refrigerator when his doorbell rang. He walked through the kitchen to the front door and looked through the peephole. Of course Dylan was the first to arrive, he thought. Dylan may have never been early for meetings, bu
Needless to say, I didn’t sleep at all Sunday night. Even with a whole weekend to recover from the embarrassment that was Friday night at Chickadee’s, I still felt way too nervous to face Logan that day. I stared into my closet. Basically all of my clothes were on the conservative si
I left Logan’s office and made a beeline for the bathroom. Or as it had become more recently, the place where I go to cry. I went into the first stall and let the flood gates open. I had expected the conversation with Logan to be hard, but I had not expected myself to have this reaction.
I briefly considered saying no, I was not Hazel, but I didn’t want to be rude. “I am,” I said, my voice coming out less enthusiastically than I had intended. I forced myself to smile. “You must be Robert!” He stood and pulled out the chair across from him for me. “I am,” he said. “It
“What are you doing here?” I asked. “I’m meeting a couple of my friends here, we come every Sunday night,” he said. “You look nice.” I blushed a little. “Thank you,” I said. “Are you meeting someone here?” He asked. Oh shit, my date. “I am,” I said. “I’m meeting an ol
I immediately covered my mouth. I couldn’t believe those words had come out like they did. By the look on his face, Logan couldn’t either. I had never spoken to a boss like that before. But he had just blown my first actual good date in a long time for no good gd reason. My shock sub
Later that night, I thumbed through the rack of dresses. I had recently come to hate clothes shopping, since I had started putting weight on around my waist. I just felt so gross those days and like nothing looked good on me. Maria came over with an armful of dresses. She held them out to me
“I’ve been in this game for too long,” Senior said. “When I first got the news, I could only think about my legacy. I became obsessed with it. I’m not like you, Walter. I didn’t think about my family, or anyone else. Only myself.” “It’s hard to teach an old dog new tricks,” Mr. Hudgens said. He la
“Janice,” Senior said. All smug arrogance disappeared from his voice. “What are you doing here?” “At first I didn’t think I would come,” Janice replied. “After all these years… I didn’t want to see your face ever again for as long as I lived. Better to leave well enough alone. But… after hearing e
I glanced down at my pink blouse and gray slacks. What was so wrong with my outfits? I dressed professionally… mostly. He really thought I needed supervision to pick out an outfit.Looking at Logan, I saw my own disbelief mirrored back at me. This was absolutely ridiculous.“Is that it?” Walter aske
In front of the partition screen, a large table had been assembled, with rows of chairs on either side, facing each other. We took our side, and Senior and his team of lawyers took theirs. There were so many lawyers that many of them had to stand.Senior sat across from Logan, though his glare of di
“He might surprise us,” Dylan said, a shred of hope in his voice, under a healthy level of cynicism.“Don’t hold your breath,” Frank replied.“The problem is we don’t know fully what to expect,” Mabel said. “Well – other than Senior being a crotchety asshole who will try to cheat us at every turn. W
“It’s time to talk to Logan and Hazel and stop this whole thing,” Dylan said. “You are outnumbered and outmatched, with so many people ready to stand against you.”Opening the top of the folder, Senior glared down at the stack of papers in the stack. “Disgruntled former employees. Fake friends. Fami
“We were just hoping to talk to her,” I said.The man’s brow lifted slightly. “Are you selling something? Wait -- why do you look familiar?” Narrowing his eyes, he gazed at us with suspicion. Then, suddenly, recognition must have struck him because his eyes widened. “You’re those people from the new
Despite the general unpleasantness of the conversation with the mayor and the governor, they eventually agreed to let us go. They had no real reason to hold us, and Logan saw through their veiled threats easily enough.In fact, he even seemed to make them feel to make them feel like unsupportive fri
That day, we changed our minds and decided to release six interviews to the website, with Michael Hatfield’s being the final. Overnight, the story gained so much national traction that the sheriff and two security men show up at our door.“Logan Hatfield? Hazel Whitaker? The mayor wants to speak wit