Dillon spent the rest of the night cuddled next to Jamie, thoughts of Megan and Heath zooming around his brain. He slept in fifteen-minute increments, worry and dread waking him at all hours.
He finally gave up on sleep at about six the next morning, tucking the covers around Jamie’s sleeping form and crawling out of bed.
Aunt Sadie had been more than sympathetic about the reasons why Jamie and Dillon hadn’t finished helping her around the house the day before, but Dillon had a thing about finishing what he’d started. That, and he hoped a little bit of manual labor would keep his mind off his brother and Megan.
He worked for about four hours solid, cleaning the gutters and clearing the drains. He’d just climbed down and was about to start on the other side of the house when Jamie came
