“Hard day?” He asked with a grin, pointing at the drinks. I laughed. “Something like that.” He gestured at the stool next to me. “May I?” He asked. “Please do,” I said with a smile. “I’m Eric,” he said, holding his hand out to me. I shook it. “Hazel,” I said.
I groaned and showed Maria the message. She covered her mouth with her hand. “He did hear us talking about our plans,” she said. “I can’t believe he would do that!” “I can,” I muttered. I don’t know what had gotten into him lately, but I sure was tired of it. “Don’t worry,” M
I gave her a thumbs up, then downed both shots. I looked around for Eric, who was getting another drink from the girl he was currently talking to. He looked around and when he spotted me, he held up the drink and two fingers. I looked around for someone else that might help me. A guy in his
Logan stepped in front of Eric and caught me as I fell face first into him. He pulled me the rest of the way off the table and helped me to my feet. Eric tried to help, but Logan kept pushing him away. “Hey man, good catch,” Eric said. “I’ll take her back to her stool.” “I’ve got her
After circling nearby parking lots for several minutes, Dylan finally found a spot that wasn’t too terribly far from the bar. He walked the five minute trek over and found Logan outside of the bar, pacing. When Logan spotted Dylan he stopped pacing and walked swiftly over to him. “Thanks fo
But my lips never made contact with his. Was I really so drunk I could not even find this man’s lips with mine? I opened my eyes. He had leaned away from me and was looking down. Oh. My cheeks burned. Of course he doesn’t want to kiss me. Look at me. I just vomited everywhere, I’m sw
I returned to work the day after Logan let me stay home from work. He wasn’t wrong about me needing the day off. I had woken up with the worst hangover of my life. I couldn’t figure out how people drink like that on a regular basis. I sat down at my desk and noticed a small envelope on my de
Logan studied my face for a moment. “Do you want to check it out at least?” He finally asked me. I didn’t see what choice I had. “Okay.” We followed the clerk back to the counter and he gave us the room key. “If you are happy with it, just come back down and we’ll finish gett
“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