on. I’m driving.”
Mitch pulled onto the shoulder. Dev’s timing as usual sucked. He wasn’t going to be able to concentrate on manipulating Sophia while worrying about his friend.
Revenge would have to wait. Taking care of his friend was more important. But maybe that was the problem. Mitch was always bailing Dev out. Maybe it was time for some tough love. But Mitch didn’t know if he could leave Dev in a cell. Even if that were the best thing for him.
“Give me the details. I’ll handle what I can from here. I’m going to have to get someone from my office over there.”
He turned off the car and rolled down his window. It was a hot day, reminding Mitch of the summer before junior high school when he and Dev had ruled the neighborhood. They’d been an unstoppable team that year. College had changed them. Mitch had learned that looks and charm weren’t enough to make it in the world, but Dev had never made that adjustment.
Taking a notepad he started asking questions. Dev answered them all with the same honesty he’d always had toward his addiction. “I don’t think detox is going to work this time.”
“You broke your probation.”
“Am I going to jail this time?”
“Let me see what I can do. I’ll have to call the judge and get bail set. Do you have anyone who can post it?”
“No.”
“What about Julie?” Dev was a professional horse breeder and had been working for the last six months with Julie Cavanaugh. And spending most of his nights at her home.
“Don’t send Julie.”
“Why not?” Mitch wished he were in L.A. so he could check out Dev himself. He didn’t know Julie, other than through Dev’s stories. But if the woman was half as crazy about Dev as Dev was about her, then she’d want to know.
“She doesn’t know I’m an addict.”
“Why the hell not?”
“She’s kind of classy.”
“So?”
“She thinks I’m one of the good guys, man. I don’t want her to know I’m not.”
Mitch sighed. He, more than anyone else, understood how a woman could mess with a guy’s head. “I’ll do my best.”
He glanced at his watch. He couldn’t drive and make the kind of calls he needed to make to take care of Dev’s problems.
He called Sophia’s office. Her secretary answered on the third ring and put him through.
“Deltonio.” Sophia’s voice had been hard and very confident in the courtroom. In her office though she sounded like the woman he remembered—sweet, tender and very ladylike. He warned himself not to get drawn into the same trap he had before.
“Hey, babe, its Mitch.”
“Mitch, it’s the twenty-first century. Most women don’t like to be called babe.”
“That’s not what they tell me,” he said.
She sighed and he heard her office chair creak. What was her office like? His corner office in L.A. overlooked the city, and on a smog-free day you could see all the way to the mountains. Did she still have that Monet print of Argenteuil?
“Where are you?”
“In my car. Listen, something’s come up in L.A. Can we meet for drinks instead?”
“I don’t know,” she hedged.
“You’re the one who wanted to meet.” He thought he heard the Stevie Ray Vaughan playing in the background. He hadn’t had a chance to ask her about the gift. Really ask her about it and watch her reactions when she talked about the CD and Coronas. His plan, which was rough, had been to simply torment her with pImages** from their past. Unfortunately that was backfiring on him. The pImages** that he knew would ignite passion within her were having the same result on him.
He heard her shuffling something in the background. “Fine. Where are you staying?”
“At the Westin Grand Bohemian Hotel.”
“I’ll meet you in the Bösendorfer Lounge. What time?” She was all business now.
“In about an hour or so.”
“Good, well, ’bye.”
“Sophia?” he asked, pitching his voice lower. He watched for a break in traffic and pulled back onto the highway.
“Yeah.”
“Have you been listening to ‘Shake For Me’?” he asked.
The music in the background was abruptly silenced. And he knew she had been. “Why would I be?”
“I thought I heard it in the background,” he said. That song had been playing when he’d picked her up for their first date. The music had marked a number of firsts for them. They’d blared it from the speakers when they’d moved in together. And it had played in the background when Sophia had done that striptease for him that had made him ravenous for her.
Even now when he heard it on the radio the song had the power to make him hard with the pImages** of Sophia’s full curves gyrating around him.
“I…I’m not that woman anymore, Mitch.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Nothing. We’ll talk later. I’ve got to go.”
She hung up and he drove to his hotel. He didn’t like the way Sophia had sounded before she hung up the phone. He’d always been a protector. That’s why he’d chosen law as a profession. He knew weak people made stupid choices and they deserved competent representation.
He was justified in his revenge but hadn’t expected tearing her carefully ordered world apart to affect him.
SOPHIA TOOK the opportunity to meet with Joan and reassure her boss that she had everything under control. She knew that she had not been at her best in their meeting earlier this afternoon. Being in court though had reminded her of the importance of her career. And she wasn’t going to let Mitch Hollaran derail that.
She set up appointments to speak to Holly McBride and the two girls who’d been in the bar with her when she met Jason Spinder. The alleged sexual act had taken place at a party thrown for the cast and crew of the production. Sophia wanted to interview as many people involved with the case as she could.
But not tonight. Tonight she had to meet with Mitch. Meet with him, talk to him and hopefully put the past to rest so they could both move on. She had to be in court at nine the next morning. Normally she’d be home preparing for the next day. Instead she was in the lobby bar about to meet the one man who was shaking up her life. As much as she resented the time away from work, she had to figure out what Mitch wanted and deal with that.
She took a seat in the piano bar and ordered a glass of wine. She checked her watch. He was already ten minutes late. She’d give him another five and then she was leaving.
She needed to reach some sort of truce with Mitch. If it were only their shared past she’d be able to deal with it. She saw her last lover, Robert, fairly frequently. He was a lower circuit court judge. And they’d become friends of a sort.
But Mitch wasn’t a friend. Even if things had ended well between them she knew they’d never be friends because just looking at him made everything womanly in her stand at attention.
The waitress brought her drink. She’d better control this attraction before it destroyed her. If only there were a way to get Mitch out of her system once and for all. The way they’d parted hadn’t been satisfying for either of them, and she wondered if this time they both could achieve at least some kind of closure.
“Hey,