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no telephone number. She had attempted to locate him
through the white pages and even Googled him, but without knowing more about
him, it was almost impossible. Attempting to use the process of elimination, Maryland
and Virginia were out of the question. Both states were too large. Las Vegas
would have been a nightmare. Besides, she had paid extra for Elite
Entertainment to fly one of their dancers out. So she narrowed her search to
the D.C area. Amazingly, there were forty-seven listings for Trevor or T. Wayne.
Deciding to call each one of them was also out of the question.
    She was determined to stay on the opposite side of neurotic.
    She had considered calling Elite Entertainment when she first got
back to try to get a message to him, but she could never come up with a reason
for wanting to talk to him—with the exception of telling Leslie Janis that she
was his wife.
    She began to drift off to sleep. With her defenses relaxed, vivid
dreams of her and Trevor invaded her mind. Every night since Las Vegas, she was
haunted by similar images. She had begun to question whether they reflected
what had truly happened in his hotel room that night, or if she was having
erotic fantasies.
    After tossing and turning, she rolled down the covers on her bed,
telling herself it was the humidity, not the thoughts of Trevor causing her
increase in temperature.
    I have to remember to turn the air conditioner up higher tomorrow , she decided, unwilling
to believe anything otherwise.
    ~ML~
    “Wayne here,” Trevor said absently after he tapped the
speakerphone button. He was currently involved in a computer project and, as
usual, had become completely consumed. Ten virus-infected computers from the
local library had kept Trevor buried in his lab all day. As he cleaned and
repaired one bug after another, he wondered if the company who installed the
PCs had ever heard of Norton or McAfee. Six unit hard drives could be repaired
fully, the other four he would have to replace.
    Trevor could just imagine how many home and office systems had
downloaded information from the library’s stations and been infected.
    “Hello, Trev.” A sultry female voice came through the line,
interrupting his concentration. “How’s my favorite nephew?”
    “I’m your only nephew, Leslie.” In jest, his aunt always told him
she was too young to be someone’s aunt.
    But he knew it was really because most of their family didn’t
approve of Leslie’s business, Elite Entertainment, even though it was very up
scale. EE specialized in escorts, singing telegrams and dancers, cultural and
erotic, for hire. The business catered to the upper echelon of society, mainly
the tri-state area around D.C. It was based out of Maryland, close enough for
easy access and far enough away for discretion.
    She laughed. “You’d still be my favorite.”
    “How are you?” he asked as he stepped away from the terminal he had
been working on and rubbed his tried eyes.
    “I’m doing fine, sweetie. I hope you haven’t been holed up in your
lab all day,” she said knowingly.
    “No comment,” Trevor said, humor evident in his voice. Leslie was
always after him about wasting precious time, working too much. “How’s EE?”
    “Business is booming. As a matter fact, that’s why I called.” A
hint of hesitation. “I have another favor.”
    Trevor knew that sound. It had been the same tone she had used
when she’d called last month wanting him to do a show. He shook his head
automatically, even though she couldn’t see him. “The answer is no.”
    “Now, how are you going to turn down your dear old aunt before she
even makes her request known?” Leslie said, syrupy sweet.
    “Because I know what you’re going to ask me, and it’s still no,”
Trevor said with a firm tone, which never seemed to work on his aunt.
    “Trevor, this will be the last time, Scout’s promise.”
     “You were never a Girl Scout.” Trevor laughed.
    “I was a Brownie for a month; that’s close