Page 118 of Fierce-Matt
She did this a lot.
It drove him bonkers that she told him she always drove after having multiple glasses of wine.
No amount of lecturing got through her head.
“What did you blow?”
Macy’s face shrank back as if he’d dumped fish guts on the floor at their feet. “I didn’t blow anyone. Maybe if I had, the officer would have let me off.”
He rolled his eyes. “Macy. The Breathalyzer. What did you blow?”
“Oh.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I thought you were insulting me in my time of need.”
This was hardly a time of need in his eyes.
She got herself into this mess.
“Answer me.”
“It was .10. It’s only .02 over the limit. I can’t believe they put me in a police car for that.”
“It’s the law,” he said. “Did you have to post bail?”
“No. It was my first offense and I had to sign something that I’d appear in court, but I need an attorney to get me out of this. I can’t have it on my record. Can’t you just get it reduced or something?”
Considering it was her first offense and she was close to the legal limit, there was a chance of it being reduced if she took treatment courses and there was no damage.
“It’s possible,” he said. “You’ve never had another DUI before?”
“No,” Macy argued. “Never. My record is clean.”
“Were you ever arrested for this before, and was the charge reduced or dropped?” he asked. “Or been let off with a warning and driven home.”
She wasn’t making eye contact with him.
“Does that matter? My record is clean. That should count for something.”
“It matters to me,” he said. “You need to find yourself another attorney. It can be one in the building or you can go elsewhere.”
“What?” Macy shrieked, standing when he did. “I don’t understand. I thought lawyers didn’t care about this and only wanted to be paid. I mean, we had something good between us.”
“You don’t know me. You never tried to know me.”
“Matt,” Macy said, wiping her eyes. They weren’t filled with tears anymore, but traces of annoyance and anger. “We had a lot of fun together. That’s what you liked. I gave it to you. It’s not my problem I wanted to get serious and you didn’t.”
“No,” he said. “You’re remembering it wrong. I had fun and you put up with it. You told me repeatedly.”
“Because you were over the top.”
“I was,” he admitted. “I’m not now. You put up with it because you played the long game I wasn’t interested in.”
“You’re kidding yourself,” Macy snapped. “No one will put up with you like I did.”
He opened his door and wasn’t surprised to find his mother and father close by in the hallway.
They were listening in and made no attempt to hide the fact or leave.
“That’s not your concern,” he said. “Did you want another attorney here or you’ll go elsewhere?”
