Page 62 of Legal Attraction
“Yes.”
“Hell, no, I was talking about his gorgeous lawyer. Nobody even knew the two of you were dating until he gave the interview at the fashion show.”
Muriel hadn’t even known they were dating. “He—he told you that?”
“I can show you the interview,” the woman offered.
The woman pulled a tablet from her bag and touched the screen. A video began to play. The woman spoke on camera—to Ronan. “You’ve declined all interviews about representing Arte Armand in his divorce trial from Muriel Sanz. Why have you agreed to talk now?”
“Because I need to publicly apologize to Muriel,” he said. “I had no idea her ex had influenced those witnesses to perjure themselves.”
“Yet someone reported you to the bar association for suborning perjury,” the reporter said on the tablet.
Muriel glanced at the young woman. She wasn’t a normal tabloid reporter. She was good.
“That person was misinformed,” Ronan said, “and later withdrew her complaint.”
“Was that person Muriel Sanz?” the reporter asked.
Ronan offered the reporter a grin and a redirection. “I want to talk more about Muriel,” he said. “I want to talk about how beautiful and honest and hardworking she is.”
“You sound like a man in love,” the reporter remarked. In real life, however, she was focused on Muriel’s face instead of the screen.
Muriel felt her watching, but her attention was on the tablet, on Ronan’s unfairly handsome face. She looked for fear or panic. But she saw nothing except another grin cross his face.
“I guess I do...” he murmured.
“Are you in love with Muriel Sanz?”
“I was falling for her,” he said.
“You were dating Muriel Sanz?”
They hadn’t actually been dating, but he nodded as if they had been.
“I blew it, though,” he said.
The reporter giggled on camera, and standing next to Muriel, her face flushed with embarrassment. “I find that hard to believe, Mr. Hall...”
“No,” he said, his voice gruff with regret.
Or was that just wishful thinking on Muriel’s part? Did she want him to regret having run away again?
Actually, she was the one who’d run last. But he hadn’t stopped her. Then. What the hell was he up to now?
“I really screwed up,” he said. “I don’t think there’s anything I can do that will convince her to give me another chance.”
On the tablet, the reporter reached out and grasped his arm. “I’m sure you’ll come up with something—” her fingers stroked his arm “—or someone.”
Muriel looked at the reporter now—in real life standing next to her. And she had no doubt that she now knew what jealousy felt like...
Because she wanted to claw out the woman’s eyes.
“Hey, he didn’t take me up on it,” the reporter assured Muriel. “Like I could seriously compete with The World’s Most Beautiful Woman.”
“There is no competition,” she assured the reporter. Because despite what he’d claimed in that interview, there was nothing between her and Ronan anymore. There had never been anything real between them.
Just sex...
