Autumn felt a little bit preoccupied at work that night. She had her own ideas swirling through her head, and now she was all excited about Steven’s book as well. He might have some real potential. And, knowing his father, he wouldn’t have any problem getting it in front of an agent or publisher. As long as it was halfway decent, he would probably even get it published. That was great. For him, anyway.

She gave another beer to the guy at the bar. If she remembered correctly, his ...