Page 51 of Legal Seduction
Chapter Fourteen
“THISISN’TTUESDAY,” Simon said as his partners stormed his office.
“Her last day is today,” Trevor said. “So this can’t wait until Tuesday.”
He sucked in a breath, feeling like his friend had punched him. It was true. Today was her last day. He’d been trying not to think about it. But Miguel had kept asking him questions about the going-away party that Bruno was catering at the end of the day.
The last thing he wanted to do was celebrate her leaving. Throwing her a party was the right thing to do now that he knew the truth. She had landed her dream job. While he didn’t want her to leave, he wanted her to be happy. That was why he hadn’t told her about his suspicions.
He knew she would be hurt. That she would feel used that he’d seduced her to find evidence against her. So he couldn’t tell her.
“I hope like hell you found something to prove she’s the damn mole, something we can bring to the police,” Ronan said. His face was flushed and his dark eyes glittered with anger.
Simon narrowed his eyes. Usually Ronan was the most laid-back of all of them. “There is no evidence,” he assured them.
“There has to be!” Ronan exclaimed.
He shook his head, and he stood because he felt vulnerable sitting with the others standing over his desk. Growing up on the streets, he’d always made certain never to be in a vulnerable position.
Never to sleep with anyone else around...
He’d broken his own rule the other night when he’d slept over at Bette’s. He was surprised she hadn’t thrown him out after catching his snooping. But she hadn’t.
“If there was any evidence against her, I would have found it,” Simon assured the others. “She’s not the mole.”
“Then why is she leaving?” Ronan asked.
“Because she got a better job,” he said. “I don’t understand why you’re all so uptight about this. You’re the ones who didn’t believe it was her, that she wouldn’t be leaving if she’d been making money off us. What’s changed?”
Ronan pushed his hand, which was shaking slightly, through his dark hair. “I got reported to the bar for misconduct.”
Simon snorted. “So? You’ve been reported before.” With the exception of him, they all had. “What’s the big deal?”
“I have a friend at the bar association who looked into it for me,” Stone said. “The evidence came from our case files, on our letterhead.”
“Damn it!” Simon slammed his fist onto his desk. He was furious that there was a mole in their office. And he was furious that his friends hadn’t come to him right away with this latest threat to Street Legal. “Why didn’t you guys tell me about this?”
“You’ve been preoccupied,” Trevor said. “With her.”
His blood heated as he thought of how preoccupied he’d been—with her crazy, sexy body and their crazy, hot sex. But then it had gotten even crazier than that when they’d shared so much of themselves with each other.
“I was trying to find evidence,” he reminded him.
“In her panties?” Ronan crudely asked.
And Simon surged forward, his fists raised. Before he could swing, Trevor caught him, wrapping both arms around him as he pulled him back from Ronan. He wasn’t quite as tall or broad as the other guys. But they knew how strong he was.
“You son of a bitch!” he cursed his friend. “Don’t talk about her like that!”
Ronan had little respect for women—with good reason, given how his mother had treated his father and how he’d seen other wives treat their husbands. But Bette was different. She wasn’t like Ronan’s cheating mother.
“Oh, my God,” Stone exclaimed, his gray eyes wide with shock. “You’re in love with her.”
It was a good thing Trevor hadn’t let go of him yet. Or he would have swung at Stone, too. “You’re fucking nuts!” he said instead. “All of you are. The mole is not Bette.”
“Just because you didn’t find evidence doesn’t mean there isn’t any,” Stone said, and his voice was lower now, as if he was talking to a child.
Simon glared at him. “I understand that. But she’s leaving for a new job.”
