He awoke, curled up in a ball and covered in a blanket in the passenger side of Dillon’s SUV. Dakota let out a groan and waited for his eyes to focus on the vehicle’s dashboard. “You took a pretty big fall back there,” the driver pointed out with a soothing voice.
“I’m sorry,” was all he managed in return.
“No need to apologize,” Dillon replied in a sweet voice. Though his vision was blurred, Dakota could see him nonchalantly navigating the streets back to the house. He didn’t seem to be bothered at all about the crisis that had just unfolded. Did he just not think it was a big deal? Or did he expect Dakota’s failure, and it simply didn’t surprise him?
He closed his eyes and pulled the gray blanket up to his neck. Better to pretend to sleep than say what he was thinking: that he’d faile
