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“That’s horrible.”
“I know. Let’s meet up with her. See if you can stand an entire dinner with her.”
“Like she could stand one with you,” Andrew said.
“Marlow suggested the same thing earlier,” I returned dryly. “I had no idea I was so difficult to be around.”
“How’s the shift in focus?” Trish asked, attempting a smooth transition to another subject.
Guilt niggled in my chest. “Word hasn’t gotten around that I’m not defending just anyone now.”
“You weren’t before, either. Worst of the worst.”
I pointed at Andrew. “We can’t all stay on the safe side of the street in real estate law. You have one client you represent.”
“It was a joke, man. You didn’t used to take this so seriously.”
He’d dished out his fair share of jibes over the years, but things were different now. After what had happened with Trish, I began questioning my entire career.
“Now that I’m off the market, I’m getting more calls than ever. Just today, someone wanted me to defend a guy who allegedly killed his wife and mother-in-law.” I pushed a hand through my hair. “I can’t do it.”
Trish and Andrew exchanged a look.
“You had no idea you were defending—”
“I never wanted to take that case.”
She paused mid-stride. “I don’t blame you.”
“You should. I’m the one who got that sadistic bastard out on bond. He could’ve . . .” The end of that sentence choked off.
“I’m okay.”
“No thanks to me,” I shouted, instantly reeling it back. “I’m sorry. I just—”
“The women at Paths of Purpose appreciate all you’re doing.Iappreciate it, but you don’t have to make anything up to me.”
She was wrong. She was so very wrong. Because of my egocentric trip, believing beating the jury was better than incarcerating the truly evil guy, Andrew nearly lost Trish. I didn’t think I’d ever forgive myself for that level of vainglory. So, Trish was wrong.
“Yeah, I do.”
Chapter Five
Marlow
Why wasI listening to that ass?
For the second day in a row, I pulled on the old metal door to Holt’s garage. He paused mid-sentence when I pushed Blake’s stroller toward him.
“Let’s make sure the framing on the lift is sound.”
The man he spoke to took off toward the open area where cars would be worked on.
“I didn’t bring a mop, but this place looks like it could use a good cleaning.” I glanced around what I assumed would be the reception area.
“You’re in luck. I’ve got one. And the perfect spot to start.”
My lips parted slightly. After last night, that was it? No ass chewing?
