He slept a lot, but often awoke very early in the morning, which meant watching Dillon get ready. After three days straight of avoiding eye contact with him and brooding over cereal, Dakota could no longer dodge him.
And Dillon made sure of it. “Why don’t you come down to the cannery with me today?” he asked, pouring a fresh pot of coffee into a worn thermos. “We could use some extra help with shipments. Got a big order in from a bunch of school districts down in Texas, of all places. I can’t promise nothin’. You gotta be trained, and it’s tough work. On your feet all day. And it might just be temporary. But if you think you’re up to it, we sure could use the extra pair of hands.”