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“There’s a big truck in my yard that I wasn’t told about,”
Morgan said mildly.
The narrowing of Blayne’s eyes let him know that he had
heard the underlying rebuke. Blayne crossed his arms over
his chest.
“If you would meet with me, as I have been asking you to do,
you would know,” Blayne replied in the same mild tone.
“Tell me now.” Morgan refused to feel guilty.
“It’s the new computers for our system upgrade. They’re for
in here, in the barns, and other places. Also for the
breeding area,” Blayne replied.
Morgan nodded. He remembered Gibson saying something about
Blayne upgrading their systems, and linking the computers
that needed it to interface with the breeding operation.
However, Morgan hadn’t known it would involve new computers.
Blayne was shuffling papers on the desk.
“I need some place to put the equipment until I can get it
all installed.”
“They’re not going to install it?”
Blayne glanced up and gave him a dirty look. “Like I would
let them do that.” He went back to what he was doing.
“Fine. Put them in my office.”
Blayne paused, looking at him again. “Are you sure?”
“Go ahead. Shouldn’t be that bad,” Morgan said.
“Fine. I’m going to be swapping out the old systems for the
new ones over the next few days.” Blayne picked up some
papers and strode around the desk.
Morgan started after his retreating figure. Blayne paused in
the office doorway.
“Is there anything else?” His tone was blatantly insolent.
“No.” Morgan bared his teeth.
Blayne leaned against the open doorway and studied him.
After a few moments, he asked, “Is there a reason you’ve
been avoiding me?”
Morgan stiffened. “I haven’t. I’ve been busy running my
ranch.”
“Yeah, that’s what you’ve been doing. Keep telling yourself
that.” Blayne made a flipping motion with his hand.
He turned and walked away. Morgan gritted his teeth. He
wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Blayne’s words were very
true. Gibson had filled him in on some of the things they
had planned for the office, but had told him that he and
Blayne needed to discuss some things. Morgan had waved it
off, stating that he was too busy. Blayne could do what he
wanted. He had ignored Gibson’s look and gone back to work.
Blayne had been trying to get to talk to him for days, and
he had been avoiding it. Morgan strode back outside. He
glanced at Blayne, who was standing by the truck with the
driver. Blayne glanced up, then away. A woof made him look
down.
“Traitor,” he said to Dwayne.
Dwayne woofed again. Morgan patted his head. Dwayne ran to
Blayne. Morgan frowned, then went to the barn. Drake waited
for him by the door.
“Sure is a big truck,” Drake said.
“It’s computers. He’s upgrading them. He’s replacing the
ones in various barns and places. He’ll probably need to get
into your house to do the one in your office. He’s creating
some sort of program to link them all.” Morgan frowned. ”He
mentioned other places, too.”
“What other places?” Drake asked.
Morgan stared at him. Drake gave him a funny look.
“Morgan, you don’t know.”
Morgan pushed him out of his way. He ignored Drake’s bark of
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