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The afternoon flew by.

Although she had watched take after take of Logan performing the scene, she never grew tired of seeing how he would tackle each one with a new approach.

She had seen him inject the kind of fury that would terrify most. Then he’d swapped to a seething, but quiet rage, punctuating every word of the dialogue like a knife. When that was in the can, he became desperate, needy almost.

It was astonishing how many ways he could play the same scene.

They were moving onto the second scene of the day now, taking place on a different set. It was close enough to walk, but Logan had been taken by the golf cart. When he had looked for her, Jane had gestured for him to go without her.

She would head there with Gayle. The older woman had been a Godsend, explaining things to her when she hadn’t understood a terminology or command.

Gayle was busy deep in conversation with the director. Not wanting to interrupt, Jane strolled behind them, making a game of it with Loki, who, by the way he was tugging and pulling, was beginning to get bored from being stuck here. She wished she could let him off the leash, but she just couldn’t risk it.

There was a lot more that had to be ready for this next set. The director had moved on from Gayle now, but she was engaged in a conversation with several others. Finding herself in everyone’s way, Jane tucked herself into a corner beside a pile of messily stacked props.

A group of attractive young women stood by, holding makeup brushes and combs. Standing behind a large screen, Jane was hidden from their view. She heard their energetic chatter, however, as they gossiped about the crew.

“Naomi said he’s terrible in the sack, only cares about himself,” said one.

“To that, I say pot calling kettle,” answered another, wryer voice. “How you are in life is how you are in bed.”

“True. What about Logan then? What do you think he’s like between the sheets?”

Jane tensed at the conversational turn, her ears pricking up.

“Passionate. Wild. Dangerous,” swooned one of the girls. “I’d die to get the chance to bed him.”

“Have you seen that woman around here today? She’s looking after his dog.”

“The stiff looking one? Yeah. To be honest, I’m kind of shocked that he’s seeing her. Can’t imagine what the attraction would be myself. She’s so boring looking.”

“Right? And no where near as pretty as Ellie. What a step down.”

“He’s probably still heartbroken over her. This one looks like she’d be low-maintenance, which, if what everyone is saying about him is true, she’d need to be.”

Jane was growing smaller by the second. While their relationship might not be real, it still hurt to hear how little these women thought of her. Feeling the need to leave, she started moving away.

Loki barked loudly at a piece of string that hung off the side of the set. He dropped his rubber bone, readying to attack this new threat, unaware of Jane’s mortification.

A hush fell over the women. One by one, their faces appeared around the screen. Caught red-handed, the women did the only thing they could think of. They each shot her a big, fake smile.

“Oh hi. Didn’t see you there. I love your outfit.”

“Right? So cute, very sweet.”

“Hey Loki,” the one who seemed to be the ringleader said, reaching out her hand for him. Loki snapped his attention away from that string, revealing sharp fangs at the girl, growling, not liking her in the least.

Jane couldn’t have been prouder of him.

The girl snatched her hand back. “I guess he’s testy with everyone.”

“Only those he doesn’t like,” Jane replied, relieved to have found her voice.

The girls looked at each other, guiltily.

“I think we’re needed on set,” the Ringleader lied.

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