Claire nearly dropped the camera at the sound of Dillon's voice from close behind her. She turned and saw him standing an arm's length away, dark green bibs hanging loose over a black turtleneck. He looked tired, his brown hair tousled, like he'd run his fingers through it in place of a comb. Claire heard him take a team out after everyone had gone to bed the night before, then heard him return four hours later, yet he'd been up and helping with the dogs by eight this morning. Tired looked good on him, she decided.
His easy smile made her pulse hum. "Nice camera," he said.
"Her old boyfriend gave it to her," Andy informed him.
Claire cringed. "I don't think Dillon wants to hear about that, hon."
But Andy didn't take the hint. "Auntie Claire came to visit us after he dumped her. She called him a big mistake and cried and threw things."
Claire closed her eyes and groaned.
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