A headache, a strained muscle in her neck, and she was riding low on sleep. That was what she got for watching the video cameras for most of the night. Now her ass was dragging as she walked to the town square the next night and her enthusiasm for her volunteer night at the community center was lagging. Seven- to twelve-year-olds. She loved children dearly, but tonight all she wanted to do was curl up in bed and sleep away the feeling that no matter what she did, what she said, no matter which way she turned, Logan still wasn’t there, and he wasn’t going to be there. She couldn’t give up. She was in too deep for that. The fact that there were already two different operations being run in Corbin County was a damned good sign that sooner or later this place was going to explode from the inside out. Turning the corner and heading up the sidewalk, she smiled at the sound of the music rolling from the center of the square and the people milling around. They could bitch all they wanted about the subtle blackmail the town placed on attendance, but once they arrived, they had a damned good time.
