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And I smile back.
Because somehow, despite all the bad shit that happened and the hard work ahead, standing in Micah's kitchen with coffee in one hand and two women who already feel like friends…
The future doesn't seem nearly as scary as it did yesterday.
Chapter 22-Micah
“Fucking piece of shit.”
The words echo around the cryogenics building as I glare at the control panel that's been ruining my morning.
One damn circuit.
One.
That's all that's standing between us and several million dollars' worth of champion genetics staying safely frozen.
Jersey Iron Ranch doesn't just sell semen straws.
We sell decades of selective breeding.
Champion bloodlines.
The future of cattle operations all over the country.
When the cryogenic system throws a tantrum, everybody drops what they're doing.
Especially me.
I tighten the last connection, secure the housing panel, and flip the breaker.
The compressors hum.
Pressure normalizes.
The digital display flashes green.
Temperature begins its steady climb back to where it belongs.
I watch it another thirty seconds just to be sure.
Then finally...
“There you go.”
I slap the side of the unit.
“Behave.”
Beside me, Alex lets out a breath.
“Well... that sucked.”
I slowly turn my head.
Glare.
He immediately takes a strategic step backward.
