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business is on the rise, and I would never do anything
to jeopardize your success.”
    “I’m sorry, but I can’t for more reasons than I care to explain
right now. But I’ll call Miss Selina and explain that to her myself if you
would like?”
    His aunt sighed in resignation. “No, that’s okay. I’ll call. I
knew it was a long shot, but I thought I’d ask anyway.”
    “Whoever you pick, tell them they can have the persona, I’m
hanging up my mask, fire hose and cape. Also a bit of advice for whomever you
pick. Tell him they’re a wild bunch, so be careful.”
    “I will. You were always my most popular dancer.”
    Trevor laughed. “The answer is still no.”
    “Can’t blame a girl for trying.” She chuckled. “Are we still on
for dinner Sunday night?”
    “Haven’t missed one yet.”
    “Well, my love…I’ll see you soon.” His aunt blew a kiss into the
phone.
    “Same here.”
    They ended the phone call.
    His chair squeaked as he leaned back in it. Another idea began to
form in his head. He figured it was time he paid his dearly beloved wife a
visit.
    He beamed with satisfaction of the possibilities of their next
meeting. The memories of their Las Vegas encounter flooded back into his mind.
    Tiffany had abandoned everything else around her but him. He had
become the center of her world. Living for the pleasure that he was giving her.
    He looked down at his hands; he could still feel the warmth of her
skin. His ears still rang with the sweet sound of her voice in the throes of
passion.
    Trevor was the first to admit he had not been starved of intimate
female companionship during college and a few years after. But even with his vast
experience, he had never known a woman to lose herself so completely.
    Truth of the matter was, he wanted to bring her to that point
again while they were both sober and could enjoy it to the fullest.
    He knew he was making things hard for himself—literally. He
squirmed, trying to get more comfortable, letting out a soft curse for Miss Selina’s
continued effect on his body.
    He told himself he was only going to see her to keep his plan in
action. He was out for revenge—nothing more. And helping Tiffany in her quest
not to marry Christopher was just a bonus.

Four
     
    The imitation Fireman started his second set. Tiffany was thankful
that her friends took the news so well that the real Fireman wasn’t
going to be able to make it. Disappointed murmurs had gone around the
restaurant table when they had gotten together last weekend, but other than that,
they took it in stride.
    She kept telling herself it didn’t bother her that Trevor wasn’t
there. That she was happy she wouldn’t have to be bothered by him. That she had
no reason to expect anything different from him since he hadn’t called her.
    The voice in her head kept saying… liar .
    Quickly, she blew it off by telling herself she only wanted to see
him to get the divorce taken care of and that it had nothing to do with what
had happened in the kitchen of the town house—let alone what may or may not
have happened at the hotel.
    She was glad she had asked Josephine to handle everything this
dancer needed. She wasn’t leaving anything to chance.
    As the music’s seductive beat began an enticing tempo, the dancer
entered the room through the sliding door of the family room. He came in slow
and sexy, making every move count. Tiffany watched as the dancer’s keen eyes
focused on Charmagne sitting in the honored chair in the middle of the room
holding a bowl of ice. She had done surprisingly well.
    Tiffany had to admit to herself, she was fascinated to see what he
would do with the ice.
    This was a requested performance by her friends who had seen
Trevor perform this act during his last set at the other party. They may have
taken the news calmly that Trevor wasn’t going to perform, but they’d made sure
Tiffany requested this routine.
    Tiffany had missed that set in Las Vegas while she had been in her
room