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I’ll find you when I’m done and we can talk pricing and timeframes,” Trent said as McCall came through the basement door.
    “ I’ll be in my office. McCall, I need to see you,” Gage didn’t say anything more, but took off up the stairs and out the door, Roger McCall at his heels.
     

Chapter 4
     
    Trent paced the outside sidewalk in the front of the gallery, treading a solid path back and forth on the small walkway beside his old pickup. He’d called his men, all his suppliers, and the city, trying to come up with the best possible solution to get this panel change completed as soon as possible. Roger McCall all but abandoned him after what he supposed was a solid chew out by Gage Synclair. The large glass panels separating the office from the rest of the showroom hid nothing as Gage lit into McCall’s ass. He didn’t let him out for a good twenty minutes. McCall immediately left the jobsite, spouting something about ‘informing corporate’ as he tore his ass past Trent, and hadn’t been back since.
    Tren t worked out possible solutions to the time frame as he continued to check the blueprints now spread across the hood of his truck. His head journeyman grumbled over the idea of an all-night, Saturday evening panel change and then a full day of work the next day, but he reluctantly agreed with double overtime pay as enticement. Trent called Sophia next to beg her to watch the children since Rhonny already had out-of-town weekend plans. She lived up to her reputation as Auntie Crazy when she agreed to his request but insisted he lied to her and really planned a hot sex date instead.
    The supply company kept him on hold while checking pricing and availability of the different panel options. It had already been eight of the longest minutes of his entire life! This forever hold pattern completely pissed him off. They were taking their sweet time and every minute that ticked by felt like dog years. To top it all off, even after all this aggravation, his fucking hard-on still wouldn’t settle the fuck down. Interesting how his super easy morning of everything falling into place took a huge nose dive, skidding him slowly and painfully across the concrete floor. Already, the anxiety of this job was past the point of dumb, and it hadn’t even officially started yet.
    His stomach let out a loud angry grumble of protest. He looked down at his watch. How could it already be a quarter to one in the afternoon? What he’d intended as a quick check in had turned into almost four hours already, and this stop was so not on his to-do list for the day.
    Trent forced himself to calm down and stop pacing. He leaned his butt back against the side of the truck and took several deep, relaxing breaths. He listened to the terrible hold music for a minute while turning his face up to the sun, closing his eyes, letting its warmth coat his skin. He refused to think about this job for the next couple of minutes as he waited on hold. Instead, his thoughts strayed back to his conversation with Auntie Crazy and the next terrible topic in his life.
    Trent couldn’t even remember the last time he got to partake in real sex, which must mean it was quite a while ago. Even thinking hard, he still didn’t come up with much. Shit. A year ago? Hell, maybe even longer. The bottom line, he needed to have more sex if his response this morning were any indication. It just wouldn’t do for him to be out in public reacting like this on a regular basis. He didn’t want to go back into the life of random, meaningless sex. Okay, he needed to rephrase that thought. He absolutely could go back to a life of frequent, random sex, but that life usually started after ten at night, and being a single parent, he went to bed around nine. Sometimes, if he got lucky, it would be more around eight thirty when he hit the sack.
    Before his sister died, Trent was all about the meaningless sex. He could stay up all night, doing whoever presented available. Back in