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Simon shook his head.
“You’ve talked to her?”
“No,” Simon said. “I watched the news. Haven’t you?”
She’d cleared Street Legal of all of the bad publicity. She’d spoken with a red-faced Monica Waters about the perils of spreading unsubstantiated stories and how she regretted that she had done it herself in the past. She promised that she would do better in the future with her clients and the media.
And Trev knew that was no empty promise.
“She’s right,” Ronan said with a ragged sigh. “We all need to be more careful.”
Less ruthless.
More considerate.
Trev nodded in agreement but then absolved his friend of the guilt he must have still been feeling over how he’d believed his client over the truth. “Muriel’s career is doing great,” he reminded her lover.
Ronan nodded. “Even better now that she’s hired a publicist. Maybe she can hook you up.”
“Bette’s using the same agency,” Simon said.
Trev snorted. “I don’t need a publicist. I’m not running for office.”
“Trust us,” Ronan said. “You’re going to want to meet with this publicist.”
And then he knew. Simon wasn’t the only one matchmaking. The notoriously antiYrelationship Ronan Hall was also matchmaking. But then Ronan had fallen in love. They all had, so they knew why Trev was so miserable.
They knew that he was in love, as well. But unlike them, that love was not reciprocated. That was why he was miserable and they were all so damn happy.
He shook his head. “She’s not going to agree to meet with me.”
“Let Muriel and Bette worry about that,” Simon said.
“And if she does, I’m not going to be able to convince her to give me another chance.”
“So you’re giving up?” Stone asked with disgust. “You, who has always been able to argue your way in or out of every situation, is going to give up without a fight?”
He didn’t want to fight with Allison, though. He wanted to love her. But he wouldn’t be able to do that if he didn’t fightforher.
Allison could not believe what had happened, that her business hadn’t only survived Edward and her mother’s sabotage, but that it was also thriving.
She had quite a few new clients and was about to meet with a referral for possibly another one. She stared across her desk at two of those new clients. Bette Monroe’s brown hair was bound in a tight bun while Muriel Sanz’s curled wildly around her face. It had just about every color of hair in it, even some of Allison’s red.
But these women weren’t just clients. They had become her friends, as well.
Their friendship was far more important to Allison than their business. They were amazing women. It was amazing that they had forgiven her for what she’d done in the past.
She’d once offered representation to Muriel Sanz, but Muriel had pretty understandably told her to go to hell. And Bette, as her best friend, had no doubt supported that decision. But now they were supporting Allison.
“Why?” she asked.
“Why’d we bring lunch?” Muriel asked. “It’s because you haven’t been eating enough.” She used chopsticks to pick a piece of chicken from Allison’s nearly untouched plate. Hers was empty.
Bette bumped Muriel’s arm. But she already had the chicken in her mouth. “Stop eating her food.”
“She’s not eating it,” Muriel pointed out.
Allison really liked these two women. They were more down-to-earth than anyone she’d ever met.
