His Illegitimate Heir. Sarah M. Anderson

      “I’m so sorry,” Delores repeated as they hurried away from the hammering. “Casey is...”

      Zeb didn’t rush into the gap. He was curious what the rest of the company thought of her.

      He was surprised to realize he admired her. It couldn’t be easy keeping the beer flowing—especially not as a young woman. She had to be at least twenty years younger than nearly every other man he’d seen in the brewhouse. But she hadn’t let that stop her.

      Because she was, most likely, unstoppable.

      He hoped the employees thought highly of her. He needed people like her who cared for the company and the beer. People who weren’t constrained by what they were or were not supposed to be.

      Just like he wasn’t.

      “She’s young,” Delores finished.

      Zeb snorted. Compared to his assistant, almost everyone would be.

      “But she’s very good,” Delores said with finality.

      “Good.” He had no doubt that Casey Johnson would fight him at every step. “Make sure HR fast-tracks her hires. I want her to have all the help she needs.”

      He was looking forward to this.