“My favorite was when he was getting ready for a security briefing,” Cal said with a chuckle.
“I don’t want to laugh about it yet,” Dakota said.
“Let’s check out your new porch chairs and see if we can talk about things you find more agreeable.”
They sat and talked for a while about general things, the town, Sully’s place. Cal explained that Sully had had a heart attack a couple of years ago and ever since then those people attached to him—Maggie, Sierra, Cal, Connie—had all been checking on him regularly and pitching in with the chores around the Crossing. Dakota had fallen right into step, often showing up at the Crossing to help out.
In the late afternoon Dakota took Cal home and then headed for town. He parked way down the street and walked to the bar. He sat up at the bar and was promptly waited on by Rob. They chatted briefly while Rob served him a beer but there was no sign of Sid. Dakota nursed his beer slowly and eventually heard another customer talking to Rob. “Sid’s day off?”
“Not usually,” Rob said. “The boys had baseball tryouts and one of us had to take them so Aunt Sid offered. I told her to take the day off. She was just going to leave early, anyway.”
Then Dakota remembered: she left the weekends to the other bartender and waitresses because it got busy. That was good to know because Dakota wasn’t into crowded, noisy bars. But he would have to wait until the following Monday to see her again. He could take a chance on Sunday but he was pretty sure she had said Monday through Thursday was her usual schedule.
Through the weekend he enjoyed himself with his family and their families. Cal and Maggie hosted a big Saturday night dinner at their house because Connie wasn’t working and everyone was available. It was the end of March; the campground general store was still closing early and there were only a couple of intrepid campers. Sully liked to be in bed before nine so he left early, but the rest of them played poker until midnight.
At last it was Monday. Dakota was very calculating. He showed up at the bar between lunch and happy hour. He sat in his usual spot. The place was deserted. He waited for Sid to come through the swinging door from the kitchen. He grinned at her. And it was unmistakable...she smiled back. She slapped down a napkin in front of him. “And how can I help you today?”
“I’ll have a beer,” he said. “How’ve you been?”
“Me? Fine.” She craned her neck to look out the windows. “Are we expecting company today?”
“We are not. I parked behind the diner and walked down. I’m undercover.”
That brought a laugh out of her and she filled a glass with beer for him. “I don’t know why you’re fighting it. Alyssa is perfectly nice. And that other one is certainly beautiful and willing to buy you dinner. And, I suppose, other things...”
“I explained that,” he said. “Trouble. And Alyssa seems awfully young.”
“She’s not that young,” Sid said. “Just something to think about. How about you? How have you been?”
“Good. I thought we’d celebrate my new job.”
Her face lit up. “Congratulations! And what will you be doing?”
He lifted his beer and took a sip. “Picking up trash.”
She laughed and it was a wonderful sound. “Just as you planned.”
“It’s good money. I have to go to a training program first. Apparently there are things to learn about garbage. I hope they let me drive that big truck.”
She leaned on the bar. “That’s probably a senior position.”
“I’m experienced. I’ve driven great big MRAPs. You know—those enormous military vehicles that are resistant to mines and bullets and carry troops around the desert. I could probably parallel park a garbage truck.”
She laughed again. He could make her laugh. That was a start. “I might end up their star trash hauler.”
“After your training,” she reminded him.
“I bet I’m at the head of the class,” he said, grinning. “I doubt you have to be a Rhodes scholar to get through it.”
She seemed to snap to attention. “Why would you say that?”
“Just a joke. That was a strange reaction.”
“What exactly is a Rhodes scholar?” she asked.
“A recipient of the Rhodes Scholarship that includes a couple of years at Oxford,” he said. He judged her expression and it was his turn to laugh. “Hey, just because I’m hauling trash...”
“Huh,” she said. Then she wiped the bar. “The Army must have educated you very well.”
“In a manner of speaking. They have this nifty little thing called the GI Bill. When I was in the States, I took advantage.”
She didn’t say anything for a moment. “I guess you’re a little overqualified for the county refuse pickup.”
He raised one brow. “How about you? College?”
She grinned. “What for? I love this job,” she said. “Seriously, it might be the best job I’ve ever had. Except once when I was a babysitter for this rich couple who took the family to France and brought me along to watch the kids. That was pretty sweet.”
“When do you get off work?” he asked.
“Why?”
“Because, Sid, I’d like to buy you a drink or a cup of coffee or something. Because I’m really not interested in Alyssa or Neely with her dinner at Hank’s or Henry’s or whatever, but I think I’d like to get to know you better.”
She looked around. “Well, while it’s not crowded and I’m finishing my chores behind the bar, we’ll get to know each other. I don’t date. I especially don’t date customers.”
“We don’t have to think of it as a date—”
“I like you, Dakota, but no. The answer is no. I’m not interested in dating. Not even just a coffee date.”
“I could tell you about all the times I got in trouble in the Army. You could tell me all your babysitting stories. You could fill me in on the town and I could tell you all about their trash.”
“Seriously,” she said. “Do I have to get my big brother?”
He slammed a fist to his chest. “Oh God! Not the big brother!”
“Don’t be cute,” she said.
He chuckled. “All right,” he said. “Can I have a Juicy Lucy? With jalapeños?”
“Medium?” she asked.
“Yes, please.”
“That’s better. Now, enjoy your beer and don’t give me any trouble.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. What did you do over the weekend?” he asked. “On your days off.”
She ignored him while she keyed in his order. He could tell she was deciding whether it was a good idea to talk with him about personal things. Then she was back. “I did laundry, took the boys to the store for sporting gear, went for a hike, made their favorite Saturday night dinner, watched two movies and read a book.”
“A whole book?” he asked.
She just made a face. “What did you do?”
“We had a family dinner,” he said. “I have family here, did I mention that?”
“A brother, you said.”
“A brother, a sister, a sister-in-law and her father, a potential brother-in-law, a six-month-old niece. We ate, and after Sully went home we played poker till midnight.”
Her mouth fell open. Bingo, he thought. He was going to keep his private life from the town for now, but getting this woman’s attention had been too problematic.
“You’re related to Sully?” she asked.
“You know him?”
“Everybody knows Sully.”
“Then you probably know Cal, Maggie, Sierra and Connie. My family.”
“You didn’t tell me,” she said. “I consider them all friends. Not that we socialize or anything, but we see each other here and there. I see Sierra sometimes since we both work in town. Hmm.”
He smiled. “Now can we have coffee?”
“No,” she said.
“But you like my whole extended family!”
“Right,” she said. “And you’re a perfectly nice guy but you’re looking for a woman. Not a friend.”
“You can’t be sure of that,” he tried.
“I’m sure,” she said.
“What if I gave you my word we could be friends?” he asked.
“I’m getting Rob,” she said, turning as if to leave.
“Okay, I give up,” he said. “So, where’s a good place to hike around here?”
“You didn’t get enough of that in the Army? Sully’s place is sitting in the middle of some of the best trails. When you wear out those, head up to Boulder—awesome views.”
“Your nephews hike?”
“I need handcuffs and leg irons to get them to stick to hiking. They want to run, climb, dangle from cliffs, work out. They’re athletic and at their ages the hormones are just kicking in—lots of energy there.”
“How are they doing in school? You know, academically.”
“Fine,” she said. “As long as they’re doing well, we don’t harangue them. They’re kids. They both help out here and at home. They’re very good boys.”
“So the whole family works in the bar,” he said.
“Well, the boys can’t be in the bar—they’re minors. But there’s plenty to do around here. What about your family? I know what Sierra does. And Connie. I get firefighters and cops in here all the time.”
“We all help out at Sully’s, especially in spring. He’s getting ready for summer when his campground is full all the time. And after a long winter there’s plenty to do. Cal does a little lawyering here and there and Maggie works in Denver three to four days a week. And then there’s Elizabeth, who is brilliant. They keep trying to shame me into babysitting just to watch me squirm.”