Page 22 of Sins of the Father

“I heard you’re shooting a movie based on Quinn’s book?” Steven asks.

“It’s going to be great. I’m excited.” Valeria beams.

“I didn’t realize you were a producer, too. That’s really cool.”

“I’ve only done a few projects, but I’m enjoying it.”

“I just did the promotional photos for the film, and they turned out great. I’m excited to show Quinn,” Cindy comments.

“Will you be spending a lot of time in New York?” I ask.

“I’ll be there a bit more than Cindy. She has several significant jobs in Chicago over the next few months.”

“If anyone knows someone who needs a job, let me know. I’m desperate for an assistant. My last one was a nightmare, and I haven’t had time to interview anyone in the Chicago area.”

“What kind of skills do they need?” Steven asks.

“Honestly, I always end up training my assistants, so the most important thing is a good attitude and the ability to learn. There are a lot of different lenses I use throughout the shoots, so the faster they learn, the easier it makes my job.”

“You should hire Harper, then, she’s always doing stuff with lenses,” Quinn says from behind me.

Okay, now they are trying to have their friends give me jobs, too?

“Just ignore her,” I tell Cindy.

“Are you into photography?”

“Just for fun.”

“But you know about lenses?”

“Nothing about the ones you use, I’m sure.”

“Are you looking for a job?”

This is so embarrassing.

“I live in New York, remember?”

“You could stay in Chicago and then move back after our shoots,” Cindy suggests.

“Or, she could stay forever,” Quinn cheerfully says.

I’m saved from further conversation about moving when the servers set salads down in front of us. Quinn goes to the front of the room where Jamison is sitting.

“Harper, I really do need an assistant. If you’re interested, call me, okay?”

“Sure. Thanks.” I stuff a bite of salad in my mouth and concentrate on my food.

“Ohh. I forgot to say congratulations, Steven,” Piper exclaims. “You’re trending everywhere. There’s even a poll of who to add to thetop bachelor to snaglist, and you’re in the number one spot right now.”

Thank you, Piper, for confirming he’s not married to a trophy wife with twelve kids.

It doesn’t matter. He’s Quinn’s brother.

Steven stiffens. He puts his fork down and takes a long drink of beer.

“That’s a good list to be on when you’re single,” Noah interjects.

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