The band was good — a trio playing a mixture of original music and old favorites, mostly blues-tinged country rock. The food was really tasty, too, but Autumn had already known what to expect, since she’d eaten here with Michael a couple of times when they came into town to see his parents. She actually caught a glimpse of Michael’s father Bill as he brought plates of food from the restaurant side of the building and dropped them off on the counter for his son to take to their customers, although she didn’t see any sign of Kristy, Michael’s mom. Usually, she either played hostess or helped out with waiting tables, depending on how busy they were, but maybe she’d taken the night off.
Once again, Autumn was struck by how close this reality was to the one she knew. Honestly, if she hadn’t kn
