LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND

CHAPTER 96

Earlier that evening, the bar was alive with energy as the lights dimmed and pulsed, the bass of the music was high and vibrating through the floor and into her chest as she moved with a practiced grace across the stage.

She kept her movements smooth and controlled, her gaze fixed somewhere distant, beyond the lights, beyond the faces.

For Bethany, dancing had become both routine and refuge. She didn't love the job, but it was a stepping stone, one that she held onto fiercely, this was the only hope she can get to rise back to the top.

The money she earned here would cover her bills, and maybe even help her to pay for her daughter’s school fees and even make something more of herself. She repeated this to herself as she swayed her hips, letting the music flow through her, grounding her resolve.

But tonight, something felt different. She noticed Pablo watching her from across the room, his sharp gaze was on her with interest. He was talking to two men seated at the bar, his smil