Page 52 of Legal Desire
CHAPTER ELEVEN
TREVCOULDN’TSHAKEthe bad feeling he’d had since leaving Allison’s office. She’d grown so quiet after they’d made love, as if she’d regretted it.
And she’d been so distant when he’d left.
He couldn’t help but feel that he might not see her again. Fingers snapped in his face, drawing his attention back to the meeting he’d called in his office.
“Where were you?” Simon asked.
“Like you can’t figure that out,” Stone said with a snort. “I can smell her on his clothes.”
Allison did have a distinctive scent: a combination of a crisp-smelling cologne and rain. She smelled like an ice queen might. But Allison was all passion and fire and heat. Or she had been until he’d hurt her. He knew that he had with his suspicions.
“Did you learn anything new?” Ronan asked.
Trev nodded. “That it’s not her.”
Stone snorted again. “Is that your head or your dick talking?”
Trev glared at him. “C’mon, you all heard what she said. It makes no sense for her to sabotage us. If we look bad, she looks bad.”
Simon sighed. “That’s true. But if not her, who?”
They’d been racking their brains for months trying to figure it out. While no one had really wanted it to be her, it would have almost been a relief if it had been so that they would finally know. So that they could finally stop the sabotage.
Trev glanced at the closed door of his office. Was their receptionist like hers? Did Miguel listen outside their door?
Edward hadn’t been at the door this time when Trev had left her office, which was good considering what he would have overheard. He’d been busy at his desk—on the phone and computer. He’d barely glanced up as Trev had passed him.
Miguel hadn’t looked at him at all either time Trev had passed him since their receptionist had let Allison into that meeting. Did he feel guilty? Regretful?
Trev lowered his voice, just in case there was an eavesdropper outside the door, then he said, “Allison suggested that it could be Miguel.”
Simon uttered a sharp laugh.
And Stone snorted yet again.
“He let her into that meeting,” Trev reminded them.
“You know Miguel,” Ronan said. “He has that weird sense of chivalry. Maybe he thought she deserved to know that we suspected her.”
“And she repays that by casting the suspicion on him,” Simon said.
“How did he know we suspected her?” Trev asked. And a chill chased down his spine. “Did any of you tell him that?” Because Miguel hadn’t known when he’d tried pumping Trev for information about the meeting he’d called the week before.
Simon tensed, his blue eyes widening. Then he shook his head. “No. It’s not possible. There’s no way in hell Miguel would ever betray us.”
Stone had represented him when he’d been brought up on gang-related charges. He’d gotten him off on probation, which Miguel had served at an after-school program he still worked at despite having completed his hours many years ago.
Trev didn’t want to believe it, either. It didn’t make sense. He uttered a ragged sigh. “I don’t know who the hell it is.”
“You know,” Stone said, “you just don’t want to face the fact that you’re falling for the mole.”
Trev tensed now. “No,” he hotly denied. He wasn’t falling for anyone. Ever...
“It has to be her,” Stone continued, almost gently. “She probably took your notes to help out her father—”
“No.” He shook his head.
