Page 53 of Legal Desire
“You don’t even know who it is,” Stone said. “She could have.”
“But then why go after the rest of you?” Trev asked.
“Cast suspicion elsewhere,” Ronan offered.
Trev knew she regretted helping smear Muriel. He suspected that was why she’d started buying Bette’s Beguiling Bows. The lingerie didn’t seem her style—although she looked hotter than hell in it. But since she felt bad about hurting Muriel, she certainly would not have tried to frame her for office espionage.
A knock sounded at the door.
Since it was his office, he called out, “Come in.”
Miguel opened the door.
“Thanks for not walking right in this time,” Trev said.
And Miguel’s face flushed. “I shouldn’t have brought her to Simon’s office,” he admitted.
“Why did you?” Trev asked.
“Because I don’t believe she’s the mole,” he said. And now he met Trev’s gaze, and his eyes were dark with reproach. “And she deserved to know that you suspected her.”
He wasn’t the only one who’d seen through Allison’s ice queen facade to the vulnerable woman she really was.
“How did you know?” Trev asked.
“I wouldn’t have survived the streets if I wasn’t aware of what was going on around me,” Miguel said. Then he looked at all of them. “And neither would any of you.”
It was true. But Trev still felt uneasy.
“Why do you think it’s not her?” Stone asked. He seemed the most determined to think it was her now.
Miguel reached for the remote sitting on Trev’s desk. A TV rose from the middle of the conference table. Miguel clicked it on and reversed footage to a breaking news report from a local station.
His stomach lurched. And he turned toward the others. “Which one of you called her?”
Each partner shook his head. They all looked as shocked as he was.
He turned to Miguel.
“Not me,” the receptionist said. “But doesn’t this prove to you that it’s not her?”
Trev had already believed her. But now he worried that he wouldn’t be able to convince her of that, not after she saw this report. He hoped like hell she didn’t, or he had no doubt that he would never see her again.
But the thought had no more entered his head than the sound of heels striking hardwood echoed from the hall. The door opened this time without a knock. It opened so hard that it struck the wall behind it.
Allison stood in the doorway, shaking with fury. There was no doubt she had seen the report that played yet across the television screen. “Gloating?” she asked.
Trev tensed. “What?” He had never bragged about being with her. The others had just assumed.
She gestured at the television. “Which one of you talked to that reporter? Fed her those lies?”
They all stared at her, dumbfounded.
Miguel must have realized he’d left the front desk unmanned, or the burly former gang member was scared of her, because he rushed out of the room.
“It doesn’t matter which one of you did it,” she said, but she glanced at him as she said that. And he knew that it did matter—if it was him.
But he’d been with her. Surely, she had to realize that he’d had no time to talk to anyone let alone a reporter. Hell, none of them ever talked to reporters without her present.
