I promised I wouldn’t tell, but I think you should know.” “Something bothering you?” Cord asked bluntly.ĭavis traced a pattern on the back of the wooden chair he was straddling. “I’ll get right on it,” Davis said, chuckling. I think they employ robots.”Ĭord stifled a grin. But you probably should have a lawyer talk to them about their customer service department. “If they can’t fix it, they shouldn’t sell it. The equipment’s still under warranty,” he added. “Then call the customer service people and tell them to send somebody else. “I want you to get that serviceman out there and tell him I want it fixed this time, repaired with new parts, not held together with duct tape and baling wire.” We’ve got problems with that irrigation system again,” he added.

“I’d rather have girls hanging out of my truck,” Davis said, but he grinned again. “And I’d just decided to give you a raise!” One day, I’ll be ancient and decrepit like you.”Ĭord’s mouth drew down sardonically. “You always have a date,” Cord muttered, sipping coffee.ĭavis grinned wickedly. “I heard you were looking for me last night, boss,” Davis said at once, pulling out a chair to straddle. If he were a used car, he thought, he’d be in a junkyard. It wasn’t the age, didn’t they say, but the mileage that made people old. Cord mused that he’d lived through more than Davis probably ever would. He was twenty-seven, years younger than Cord, but he seemed even younger at times. His hat was pushed far back over his red hair and he was neat as a pin, in blue jeans and a short-sleeved checked shirt. The back door opened just as he finished his last bite of egg and biscuit, and Davis walked in yawning. His own social life was stagnant by comparison. Cord wondered how a man with such a cocky attitude and such a big mouth could draw so many women. He’d called down to the bunkhouse for Red Davis last night to discuss a problem with some irrigation equipment, since Red had charge of ranch equipment and supplies, but the cowboy who answered the phone said Davis was off on a date, as usual. He’d gone over the latest herd records with June’s father the day before, and he was satisfied with the breeding program and the sales figures. With a smile of pure arrogance, he walked into the back door of a government agency and right into the protected files on one Raoul Gruber, who had connections in the Cote d’Ivoire of Africa, in Madrid, and in Amsterdam….Īfter a mostly sleepless night, Cord sat down to breakfast. He wanted to know where his nemesis was and what illegal activities might have prompted the attack on Cord in Miami. Impulsively he closed down the spreadsheet and logged on to the Internet. Not that he was going to advertise his recovery.

He forced his attention back to the computer screen, grateful that he still had his vision, even if he lost everything else. Now that comfort was removed, perhaps forever, and her absence was like a hole inside him that nothing could ever fill again. He hadn’t realized how much he counted on her presence for comfort, for security.

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