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only been a day.”
    She’d seen Parker yesterday, but it had been a few days since Logan had escorted her to New Orleans. “Do you think Logan is mad that I made love with Parker? He hasn’t called.”
    “That would be a no. My guess is that he’s waiting for you to call him.”
    She rolled her eyes. “He can call me.” Or had her mother brainwashed her into believing that men were supposed to be the aggressors?
    Dakota shook her head. They’d had the role-playing conversation too many times before. Even she was beginning to wonder why she was so stubborn. Hell, maybe Dakota was right and she should just be herself and go after them.
    “Not that I don’t appreciate you bringing me dinner, but I have to get to the workshop. I promised Parker that I’d be done in three days.”
    “Three? Yikes. You have any time to work on the Fitzpatrick piece? They called again today.”
    Crap . “Stall them, will you? I’ll do it next week for sure.”
    Dakota wiped her mouth, gathered the empty paper, and tossed the garbage in the trash. “Yes, masta.”
    Once more, Jade dragged herself from the second floor down to the first floor. At least in a few hours she’d have something tangible to hold in her hand. Just in case one of the men decided to stop by, she unlocked the side door. When she was pounding the steel she often heard nothing. Throughout the evening she alternated between the lace design for her aunt and the set piece. After seven hours of constant pounding and welding, she couldn’t keep her eyes open or lift her arms anymore.
    She locked the side door, depressed that the men hadn’t made any contact. She refused to believe they were only interested in her for the pleasures of the body. Both men made her feel too special. In two days, she’d be done with the ironwork and then Parker would have to see her.

Chapter Seven
     
    After three days of working more or less nonstop, Jade had her taxes done, the balconies completed for Parker, and was halfway through the shovel for her aunt. She’d managed to start the chandelier for the Fitzpatricks and do about three feet of the staircase for Logan. Now the only glitch would be if Parker didn’t like what she’d designed.
    Since she’d said she’d help with the actual hammering and nailing of the set, she’d have to spend a few days working on that. How she had the strength to do anything, she didn’t know, but she planned on plowing ahead.
    She’d called Parker to see when he’d be free to look at the balcony. The current play was going on that night, but perhaps he would be working with the actors for the next play during the day. He said between four and five he’d fit her in.
    Fit me in, indeed.
    She totally got that he was busy. Hell, who wasn’t, but he’d hesitated too long before suggesting a time. He’d asked for the iron pieces and that was what he’d get. She loaded the pieces in her truck and headed to the theater. In case she misunderstood his delayed comment, she changed into something sexy and put on makeup.
    When she pulled up, there were few cars in the lot. Maybe the rehearsal for the upcoming play hadn’t started yet, or else they were on a break. The balconies were heavy so she needed some help carrying them up the stairs.
    Inside, the theater was fairly dark and eerily quiet. She walked down the main aisle and headed backstage. Voices sounded. One was definitely Parker, and the other sounded a lot like Logan. Her step quickened.
    She pulled back the curtain and both of her men were there. As soon as they saw her they stopped their conversation and grinned as if they’d been talking about her. They strode over. Part of her wanted to throw herself at them and kiss both of them silly, but the other half was a bit peeved because they hadn’t contacted her in days.
    She directed her gaze at Logan. “Did you find your charger?” Even to her ears she sounded pissy, but she couldn’t help it. It was how she felt.
    As expected, he