everybodyâs type,â he said.
âDonât flatter yourself.â He leaned in; she didnât budge. âI have to go,â she said, nearly breathless.
âConsider this your free pass.â
Kenya quickly stepped around him and left. She did what was referred to as a speedy retreat. She got in her car and drove off as quickly as possible.
Trey stood in the doorway, smiling. He had enjoyed that tremendously. The first battle was always the sweetest. Heâd successfully taken her out of whatever game she came to play on him. Over the years heâd seen them all. He expected she was no different. They all wanted one thingâhim. But thewhole helping-her-father thing did intrigue him. That was a first. She actually seemed passionate about it.
He opened his cell and pressed a button that connected him to his office. âGet me everything you have on Kenya Whitaker.â He hung up and smiled. It had been a long time since he had a worthy opponent. This should be very entertaining.
In the sixth century B.C., Sun Tzu outlined the definitive treatise on warfare, military strategies and combat tactics. Using mathematics and science, he outlined an approach to warfare with keen precision. His ideas had become Treyâs formula for success. He had studied and honed his skill using them to his advantage. Heâd mastered the rules of engagement and used them in dealing with all aspects of his life, both business and personal.
Every opponent had a weakness, one that they hid well. His task was to find and exploit that weakness and to use it to his advantage. He didnât enjoy the easy, quick victories as much, but rather the know-it-alls that assumed they could take him on. Even the seasoned players who played the game to perfection and still lost amused him.
Heâd lost count of all the times he went up against someone and quickly discovered their weakness. It was his job and he loved it.
But once in a while he would come up against someone whom he couldnât figure. Kenya Whitaker was that person. She wanted him, but instead of revealing her motives, she retreated. He kind of liked that. Seldom did he have the opportunity to chase. Women usually chased him. He smiled. The challenge of the pursuit would make victory sweet. The phone rang. He picked up. âYes?â
âGood day, my name is Mrs. Thatcher. Iâm calling for Mr. Trey Evans.â
The call instantly stilled him. His personal phone numberswere unlisted. That meant if you didnât get it from him or someone very close to him, you didnât get it. So hearing an unrecognizable voice was a rarity.
âSpeaking.â
âMr. Evans, my name is Mrs. Thatcher. Mrs. Gates filled me in on your particular circumstances. I understand you are caring for Johanna and Jonathan Gates and are in need of my services for a very short duration.â
âThatâs correct. Iâll need to see your references.â
âMy references are being e-mailed and faxed to you.â
Trey walked to his home office. The fax machine had already delivered the references along with a âyou owe me big-timeâ note from Tony. âMrs. Thatcher, I understand you already know Jonathan and Johanna.â
âYes, lovely children. A handful, but most twins usually are, particularly at this age.â
âOkay, I have your references here. When can we meet?â
âI was told you needed someone immediately. Iâm available at your convenience.â
âExcellent. Why donât we meet at my office in two hours?â Trey gave her the address then hung up. Finally, everything was back to how it should be. He touched his lips and smiled. All and all, it had been a very interesting morning.
Chapter 4
K enya headed to her parentsâ home after leaving Treyâs place. She needed to regroup. Trey had definitely rattled her. All her research was for nothing. Everything she learned was useless. When
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