The weekend passed like a funeral. Trevor replayed their brief encounter over and over again in his mind, until he was certain Zack had been coming onto him, regardless of anything he’d said to the contrary. Leaning so close, breathing him in, that hand on his shoulder…what was all that about? Late Sunday night, after he had a few beers in his system, he pulled up the company website and tried to find an employee listing. No luck. The only Jackson he found was the CEO, Mike L. Jackson, listed on the company profile page. Unfortunate name, Trevor thought. No one else with that last name, and no Zack, either. Not even a photo of Mike to see if maybe he’d gotten the name wrong. But really, how could he have confused the two? Mike sounded nothing like Zach—even inebriated, Trevor knew that. An
