Her head’s on his shoulder, his arms are wound tight around her waist. While everyone else is grinding it out to the hard beat, Isaiah is slow dancing with his girl. “Rachel said she wanted to dance,” I say.Īnd she is, with Isaiah. It doesn’t happen often and I like when it does. I chuckle because that caught me off guard and Abby laughs, her real laugh. “Why else would you come here if it wasn’t to touch me on the dance floor?” “Dance with me, Logan,” she says again, and I have to admit I like how her hips sway to the music. I’m here because an opportunity presented itself and I’m fascinated by the new and shiny. “You were the one that suggested we come here.” I ran into traffic because I was curious if I could make it to the other side. “You’ll dart into traffic to run after a stranger’s balloon, but you won’t dance with me?” She slowly raises her eyebrows, and I fight the tilt of my lips. Wouldn’t put it past Abby to sacrifice a pawn in order to kill a queen. I examine Abby and wonder what piece she just moved on the chessboard. That rips my attention away from the guy making a fool of himself onstage. I’ve been searching for a new high, at least for the summer, and this just might be it. I came here tonight because I heard this band was on the verge of kicking him out.

For the third time this evening, the electric guitarist comes in late and starts off beat. I laugh, she smiles and the drummer of the band onstage begins the count. Maybe I want to buy myself a diamond ring.”Ībby scowls. I heard the same thing from Noah, Isaiah’s best friend, but it’s not my business. Noah’s going to use that money to buy Echo an engagement ring.” “That was one day and this will be for a week. Anyhow, you guys let me hang when you baled hay at Chris’s farm.” Abby demanded we take her along, signing her text as Abby, Queen of Logan’s World. It’s backbreaking work, but we make nice money. We’ve been doing it for the past few years.

He’s confirming that I’m going to Chris’s grandfather’s farm in southern Kentucky again and baling hay for the week.

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