Four Weeks Later
“Did you get it?” Oliver’s voice pinged through the phone line with so much enthusiasm that Boyd had to laugh.
“Ayup.”
“Do you love it?”
“It’s a computer, Oliver.” Boyd glared at the wall since Oliver was too far away to glare at directly. “I hate computers.”
Oliver breathed a long note of distaste into his end of the phone line. “Please just say laptop. Saying computer makes you sound like you’re fifty.”
Boyd rolled his eyes while Oliver continued to fire questions at him. “Do you need help setting it up?”
“Already done.”
“Okay, let me help you with the download—”
“Did it.”
“Wow.” The sincerity in Oliver’s word made Boyd laugh all over again. “Set up a login?”
“Done.”
“A profile?”
“As much of one as I was willing to, yep.”
Oliver’s breath picked up. Boyd cou
