Margarite said as Jodie walked into the kitchen, “but I couldn’t get the darned thing to work.” “I’ll see what I can do.” Jodie left the kitchen and headed down the short hallway to the office, ready to do battle. She needed hard copies of accounts and Margarite wanted recipes. Both required a printer and somehow Jodie was going to get the damned thing hooked up.She removed the installation disk, reinserted it and started loading. Again. And once again, after ten minutes of screens flashing on and off and green bars filling to show progress, the damned thing stalled out at 96% installation. “Damn it!” Between printers, cows and vets… Jodie was about to fling the manual on the floor when she heard a noise in the doorway and looked up to see one of Sam’s nephews—Beau, maybe?—staring at her. Color rose in her cheeks. Bartons didn’t get caught throwing tantrums.“Problem?” he asked matter-of-factly.His expression was so earnest that Jodie squelched the impulse to snap, “No!”
