Page 69 of Legal Desire
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
OUTOFNECESSITY, Trev had become a fighter. He’d fought his entire life. For himself. For his mother. For Wally. For all the other people who’d been hurt.
But now that he was hurt, he found he had no fight left. Maybe it was because of all those years he’d spent fighting. He’d just worn himself out.
And Allison McCann wasn’t like any other opposition he’d ever met. She was stubborn and determined to stay away from him. He’d tried calling her. She declined them. And when he’d texted her, she’d blocked his number.
She wanted nothing to do with him, and he could understand why. He wished he’d been honest with her from the beginning. But he hadn’t known her then.
He hadn’t known that she wasn’t the mole, that she wasn’t the ice queen. He hadn’t known how much he would come to love her.
God, he missed her. He ached for missing her.
“You need a case,” Simon told him.
As the managing partner, Simon handled their money, too. He liked the cases Trev took on because he brought in the most money. Usually, Trev liked the cases he took on, but he couldn’t get excited about one now. He couldn’t get excited about anything now.
Not without Allison...
“You need to stop moping around,” Stone said. “You’re depressing the hell out of everyone.”
So this week’s business meeting was apparently all about him instead of the business.
“Fuck you,” he told Stone.
“Fuck somebody,” Ronan crudely told him. “Maybe you’ll stop being so tense and stressed.”
There was only one person he wanted to fuck. No. He wanted to make love to her, but Allison wanted nothing to do with him now.
“Muriel has a new friend,” Ronan said. “Maybe she can set you up with her.”
He glared at his partner. Maybe Ronan meant well, but it was as if he’d plunged a knife in Trev’s heart and turned it. No. Allison had done that when she’d walked away from him the last time.
Ronan held up his hands, palms out. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. I’m just trying to help. According to Mur, this woman’s been through a tough time lately. Maybe you can cheer each other up.”
“Stop trying to fix me up,” Trev said.
“We’re just trying to fix you,” Ronan said.
And Stone added, “You seem broken.”
He felt that way himself, like his heart was broken. But he knew there was only one person who could fix him.
“I didn’t want to lose you,” Simon said. “But maybe she was right. Maybe you need to quit the practice and run for office.”
Great. Now even his friends didn’t want him. He needed to stop moping around—just as they’d said.
“I am no politician,” he said.
“Not yet,” Simon agreed. “But if you hired someone to help you with your image...” He arched a blond brow.
And Trev groaned. “It’s not going to work,” he said as he realized what his friend was up to: matchmaking. “Allison will never take me on as a client.”
Simon nodded in agreement. “She refused to work with any of us again,” he admitted. “I’ve tried to hire her back a few times.”
So his, apparently, weren’t the only calls she was refusing to take. That didn’t make Trev feel any better, though.
“Is she still furious with us for thinking she was the mole?” he asked, eager for any news of her.
