Chapter Fourteen
She was nervous. A look at Wyatt standing behind the bar filling cups of coffee helped ease her anxiety, as well as the smile sent her way, but she was still nervous. She was set up at the back of the main floor of Bessie with a small table provided by Pops where the karaoke machine was set up, microphone in her hand. They thought the simple speaker system would be plenty for the size of the room she was trying to reach.
“Come on in, everyone,” she said, waving those in who were lurking at the front door. She saw the three city council members milling about, which made her feel better, especially since they’d helped her put this town meeting together in the first place. Her father stood over by the wall with the windows, along with Tom and a few other associates of his a
