Page 16 of Legal Attraction
He used Allison McCann’s PR firm, McCann Public Relations, in all his trials, too. But then, Trevor handled the high-profile civil cases. Ronan handled the high-profile divorce cases.
Hell, everything Street Legal handled—down to the trusts and wills Simon wrote up—was high profile because of their reputation and their clients.
“It wasn’t just me and Allison,” he said. “It would have been all those witnesses she claims lied about her, too.” Was she telling the truth? He needed to know. He needed to know what the hell was fact and what was fiction.
Like if he’d really had sex in the elevator with The World’s Most Beautiful Woman or if he had only dreamed it.
“Bette thinks they did,” Simon said.
“Bette is her friend,” Ronan reminded him. And that friendship went both ways. Muriel had defended Simon’s former assistant, as well.
Simon tensed. “You don’t still think Bette had anything to do with Muriel getting that letterhead?”
He couldn’t rule it out, not until he had all the facts. And apparently he wasn’t the only one. Both Trevor and Stone glanced at Simon then quickly looked away.
“You all think she could have?” Simon asked.
“They’re friends,” Trevor said.
“So are all of us,” Simon said. But instead of adding on whatever point he’d meant to make, he cursed.
“And we’d all lie for each other,” Trevor finished for him.
Simon sighed. “Yeah, we would. But Bette wouldn’t lie to me.”
Ronan snorted. He’d never known a woman who didn’t lie. And he couldn’t believe that his streetwise friend had become so naïve.
Yeah, falling in love was a mistake for everyone. It was a mistake that Ronan would never make.
Instead of getting angry, Simon just shook his head, as if he pitied Ronan. Simon was the one who’d tied himself down to one woman. His plan had been to seduce Bette to find out if she was the office mole, but she had wound up seducing him, instead. She’d conned the con.
Simon was the one deserving of pity. Not Ronan.
“Why do you think she won’t lie to you?” Ronan asked. And he was honestly curious now.
“Because she loves me.”
Ronan snorted again.
“She really loves me. It’s not infatuation, not lust—it’s real,” Simon said.
And Ronan was sad for him, that he believed love was real.
“Too bad you couldn’t pull that off,” Stone said. “If you could make Muriel Sanz fall for you, you could get her to withdraw her complaint to the bar association.”
“They’re really taking that seriously?” Ronan asked. Stone had a source at the bar.
His friend grimly nodded.
“Damn it!”
“Try the seduction idea,” Trevor suggested. “It worked for Simon.”
Simon chuckled. “It worked because I could get close to Bette. Muriel Sanz hates his guts. She’s never going to let him close enough to seduce her.”
Oh, she had let him close—close enough to kiss her and touch her and taste her and fuck her brains out and his, too.
What if there had been a camera in that elevator?
