Page 44 of Legal Desire
They’d all worked too hard to get where they were, to launch the practice, to risk losing it. He understood why they wanted to get rid of Allison now.
But he wasn’t ready yet to let her go. “I will get the evidence,” Trev assured them. He only hoped that the evidence he found proved she wasnotthe mole.
“How?” Ronan persisted skeptically. “You going to try Simon’s method of seducing it out of her?”
Stone snorted. “I think he’s already tried that.”
Trev couldn’t deny that he had. But while he’d gotten some information out of Allison, he was unlikely to get her to just admit that she was the mole—even if she was.
But he was beginning to suspect that he was wrong about her. That it was someone else. Or maybe that was all just wishful thinking on his part.
“So what are you going to try next?” Simon asked him.
“I’ll come up with something,” he assured them—and himself. Now his goal was more to prove that she wasn’t the mole than that she was.
“Yes,” a female voice suddenly chimed in with all the male ones in Simon’s office. “What are you going to try next?”
Trev tensed and whirled toward the door. They’d been arguing so loudly that none of them had heard it open. He certainly hadn’t.
But as always, now that he saw her, his body reacted—tensing with desire. Allison looked so beautiful in a long purple dress that buttoned all the way down the front. It was professional-looking but also sexy as hell as he could imagine undoing every damn one of those buttons.
But desire wasn’t all he felt. His heart pounded slow and heavy with dread.
What had she heard?
Allison glanced down to see if she was floating—because she felt as if the floor had dropped out from beneath her. And her stomach had dropped, as well. She had never felt as disoriented as she did now, not even when she had sex with Trevor.
“How the hell did you get in here?” Simon Kramer asked the question as if she’d barged into the meeting.
She turned back toward the hall, but Miguel was gone. “Your receptionist showed me back.” And opened the door despite the raised voices.
Simon arched a brow as if he doubted her explanation. She didn’t care what the hell he believed. Anger coursed through her now, replacing the shock she’d felt when she’d overheard what they were arguing about: her.
“Why are you even here?” Trevor asked her.
She couldn’t tell him now, couldn’t show him the breakfast she’d brought him. Fortunately, she’d handed the bag of pastries and cups of coffee to Miguel before he’d taken off. Or she would have dropped them and burned herself. And she certainly couldn’t show Trevor what else she’d brought him: another outfit from Bette’s Beguiling Bows.
“It doesn’t matter why I’m really here,” she said. And it didn’t anymore. “Apparently, you all think I have an ulterior motive.”
“How much did you hear?” Trevor asked.
Her stomach pitched. She hated being lied to, hated secrets, and it was clear that Trevor still wanted to keep some from her.
The thing was she had no idea how long she’d been standing there. She’d been so stunned that it was as if she had gone into shock. She’d barely heard their voices over the sound of her blood rushing in her ears as her heart had pounded frantically. “I heard enough to know that you all suspect me of something, and I want to know what it is.”
She’d noticed the suspicion on their faces when she’d seen them all the week before. And they had barely utilized her services the past few months.
Something was going on...
And they blamed her for whatever it was.
All four men exchanged glances with each other as if silently communicating. Maybe, after living on the streets together, they could communicate silently. They probably wished they’d been doing that before she’d overheard their conversation.
“I have the right to know what I’m being accused of,” she pointed out.
Or how else was she going to defend herself?
But she wasn’t so certain that she wanted to. If they could think the worst of her.
