Chapter 26 - To Trick the Devil

Jackson glanced at the clock over the bar, hoping it was close to quitting time. He sighed. Nowhere near close. He grumbled as he glanced up at his karaoke stage, the ogres from Ogre Security doing a clumsy rendition of YMCA. Their arms were too thick and short to make the letters come out resembling anything close to what they were supposed to be. Jackson just shook his head and continued fixing Brandie Underwood’s margarita.

As he set the glass in front of the tough blond, doing his best to ignore her ample bosom, Brandie’s leprechaun boyfriend asked, “What’s the story horse? You been in a right snit since we came in here tonight. We be used to your lack of personality on a normal basis, but you seem a little bit more surly than usual today.”