Page 37 of Legal Attraction
“Too bad she hadn’t had that person testify,” Arte said.
Too bad...
Her representation had been bad. But, ultimately, she’d agreed to the settlement once Ronan had had the prenup tossed out. So she was stuck with it now.
At least she wasn’t stuck with Arte Armand any longer.
The slighter man stood. “I wouldn’t worry about her complaint,” Arte said. “You’re a good lawyer.”
Ronan had believed that until now. Now he wasn’t certain how good he was.
“I’m sure you can get out of it,” Arte said. “Are you sure you can’t get anything more—”
“No!” Ronan snapped as he jumped up from his chair. He wanted to slug the guy so badly, but he held his fists at his sides. “I think she’s lost enough already.”
Her money and her reputation. And maybe the respect of the grandparents she loved.
Ronan understood now why she was so angry. And he didn’t blame her. He was lucky all she’d done was turn him into the bar association. If he’d been in her place, he might have done far worse—like he wanted to do now to Arte Armand.
A knock sounded at his office door before it was pushed open and a blond head appeared around it. “Hey, oh, sorry to interrupt,” Simon said. “We were waiting for you to start the meeting. I didn’t realize you were with a client.”
“We’re finished,” Ronan said. For now...
He wasn’t entirely sure that he was done with Arte Armand, though. Not after what the man had done—and had made Ronan do—to Muriel.
The guy eagerly walked toward the door, as if anxious to escape Ronan. Maybe he’d sensed how close he’d come to getting the crap beat out of him. Or maybe he was just anxious to get a closer look at Simon, because it was obvious he was checking out Ronan’s partner.
How the hell had Ronan missed that?
How had Muriel? She couldn’t have known or she wouldn’t have married the man.
As Arte headed toward the elevator, Ronan walked into Simon’s office and dropped heavily into one of the chairs around the conference table.
“What’s wrong with you?” Trev asked.
Ronan closed his eyes and shook his head. He couldn’t even talk about what he had just learned, how big a fool he had been.
“Arte Armand just left his office,” Simon answered for him.
“And you realized the guy’s a sleaze?” Stone asked with a shudder of disgust.
“Do you know the guy?” Ronan asked, since his partner had made comments before. What worried him about that was that Stone was a criminal lawyer.
Stone shook his head. “I met him in the elevator a couple of times when you were representing him.”
“So you didn’t represent him?” Ronan asked.
Stone shook his head again. “He’s a sleaze but as far as I know, not a criminal.”
“He’s a con,” Simon said from where he sat at the head of the table. “The guy’s a con artist.”
Ronan sucked in a breath at the managing partner speaking his worst fear aloud. “Are you sure?” he asked.
“Takes one to know one,” Simon said. He had been a con artist himself. If he hadn’t, they all wouldn’t have survived the streets. His cons had kept them alive and fed.
Ronan sighed.
“What does this mean?” Trevor asked.
