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argued over the news. In all, it truly was an average Saturday of normal proportions.
    In a pair of worn sneakers, short shorts that showed the pockets from the bottoms and a white t-shirt that put her large bosom on display with the word Cleveland across the back in fire engine red, Lilly ran in between tables serving up big mugs of beer on tap and typical pub crawl food while swatting hands that tried desperately to feel her up.
    “I hate my life,” she said, resting against the bar while the bartender, Logan, loaded up her round wooden tray again. She stepped back a millimeter and wiped the front of her clothes were a beer had spilled on the bar and was dripping off the side. “Great!” she cursed. “That’s just great.”
    “Well, sweetheart, things could always be worse,” Logan said, with a trace of humor in his lusty hazel eyes. “Give me a kiss. It might make you feel better,” he said, reaching over the bar to grab her face jokingly.
    “In your dreams, Logan,” Lilly said, snatching back. “Everyone knows that you’re a pig.”
    “A reputation that I don’t deserve,” Logan explained with a toothy grin. He gave her a suggestive wink, one that he had given her every night since the first night that she’d started working there. Unfortunately, his country boy good looks didn’t work on her, nor did the Wrangler jeans, the Timberland boots or his signature pearly white t-shirt that showed off his meaty, former football playing pecks.
    “A reputation that you’ve worked hard to uphold from what I’ve heard,” she said as she picked up her tray. The moisture below the tray from the wet bar made her fingers slip slightly. Still, she gripped it tightly.
    “Well, I’d turn in my card for you, Lilly you Northern Belle,” he promised. “I’d marry you at the chapel on Saturday, and give you a bunch of babies on Sunday morning, darlin’.”
    “Pity your momma doesn’t like black women,” Lilly snickered. “I don’t believe that I’m the right shade to be Mrs. Mosby.”
    “It’s the 20th century,” Logan said, hitting his broad chest. “I can change.”
    “21st century,” Lilly corrected. “You are about a hundred years behind as is the rest of this shit hole.” She joked with him, but she meant it wholeheartedly. She absolutely abhorred Jackson, Mississippi.
    Logan laughed. “It’s that kind of attitude that’s gonna keep you single, Lilly.”
    “Single isn’t a bad thing in comparison to a bad relationship. Trust me,” she said with a wry smile.
    In his normal chauvinistic fashion, he watched her backside as she walked away. Licking his lips, he shook his head. “Damn, girl.”
    Lilly walked over to her normal guys who worked for the railroad and put their drinks on the table, when she noticed the news on the television above them. A flash of Attica Prison drew her attention.
    “How ya doing there, good looking,” Greg said, taking his glass off the tray. “I’ve been dreaming about this drink all damn day. Dear God, Lilly. You are a life saver.”
    Normally, Lilly would have had a quirky comeback, but at the moment, she was paralyzed. Staring at the television as the words Leo Rasputin flashed across the ticker below a reporter, she broke out in a cold sweat.
    “Something wrong?” Greg asked, noticing her sudden change.
    The room began to swim.
    Lilly swallowed down a fleeting breath. Her heart thudded in her chest. “Just… the damn news.” She tried to laugh, but it came across with the same nervousness as her broken face. “I’ll be right back, boys,” she said, nearly falling over her own feet.
    It was as if she were walking in a fog. With hands shaking, he found her way back to the bar. “Hey Logan, I need to go,” she said, palms flat on the wet bar, forgetting its stickiness.
    “What?” He frowned. “I’m already short. Lisa won’t be here for another hour.”
    “I’m sorry,” Lilly said absently before she darted to the back. “I’ve got to