Page 35 of Legal Desire
“For what?” she asked. “For prying?”
He wasn’t sorry about that; he needed to learn everything he could about her so he could find out why she was the mole and prove it. “I’m sorry I upset you.”
She shook her head. “I’m not upset.”
But she was. And she looked scared, as well.
“Bullshit.” He called her on the lie as she had called him on his.
She slid off the stool at the counter and pointed toward the door. He didn’t think it was because she wanted to repeat what they’d done there, which she confirmed when she told him, “Leave.”
He flinched. He hadn’t just upset her; he’d pissed her off. Maybe he’d pushed too hard, had made her say too much.
“Allison—”
“Get out!” she yelled.
He felt that sick feeling all over again. He didn’t want to leave her—not like this. But that wasn’t the only problem. He was beginning to realize that he didn’t want to leave her at all—even though she was the mole.
