Sean was daydreaming about Erin the next day when Dillon walked into the bottling room. Dillon usually dressed like a businessman in a suit or in khakis and a Polo shirt with his dark hair finger combed back from his face. Seeing him in jeans and a sweatshirt with his hair standing on end made Sean think Dillon was there to work, and that Dillon needed to get out some frustration.
“Hey, little brother,” Dillon called over the noise of the machine when he got close enough for Sean to hear him. “How’s it going?”
Sean looked down the line and nodded. “Great. Easy. A whole different world from last year.”
Dillon grinned. “That’s good to hear. This beast will pay for itself eventually.”
Sean nodded again. “It was a great investment. Thanks for getting it.”
Dillon shook his head. “Not me, a
