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He worked out when he had time and it was thirty minutes of high intensity weight lifting and a run if he couldn’t fit it in. Not bodybuilding. But trying to stay lean and in shape.
Or more like not having his muscle shrink from the amount of time he sat on his ass and couldn’t breathe from his last job.
Maybe it was more that the exercise was a release for him, but he’d struggled to find the time to get to Jonah’s gym. Now that he owned his own firm—if two people could be considered a firm—he could set hours that suited him best. And that meant making his health a priority in the mornings.
“Getting there,” he said. “Janine and I got all the furniture set up and put it where we want it. At least what was delivered. The computers are good to go too. The biggest thing we have to do is get some clients. I fear she’s going to grow bored with not much to do.”
“The clients will come,” his mother said. “I’ve got your cards at work and have handed them out. I gave a bunch to the mortgage department. I wouldn’t be surprised if you start getting calls for house closings.”
“Thanks, Mom,” he said.
“I can’t hand your cards out at work,” his father said. “Nor do you want a ton of inmates as your clients. I know you. You’ll defend someone if you think they are getting a bum rap or try to bring down their charges if they are being hung out to dry, but that isn’t always the case.”
His father ran the detention center in Durham.
Trent had defended criminals before and would again. That didn’t bother him, but it was like his father said, he’d always been a bit choosy there.
Crime was committed that wasn’t intentional. He knew that. But they were still crimes and those were the ones he’d try to knock down if he believed their stories.
“Any little bit helps,” he said.
“I changed your cards out at the gym from your old ones to your new ones,” Jonah said. “You’d be surprised how many people realize they need a lawyer.”
“You should start some ads,” Raina said. “For simple things like wills or prenups. It’s cheesy, but it works and gets your name out there. You know, like a billboard or something.”
He frowned over that but realized it did have merit.
“I’ve got a better idea,” Megan, Jonah’s fiancé, said. “You’re in a building full of potential clients. You’re the only attorney in there right now. I know that.”
She would since she handled the books for the building. She’d know who was there and who wasn’t.
“I can’t just go knocking on their doors and handing my card out,” he said, frowning. “But Janine is someone who likes to chat. I’m sure she’ll make her way around at some point.”
“Talk to the property manager,” his mother said. “If anyone knows who is who or is looking for something, it’s that person. There is always one person in the building that seems to be privy to all the gossip or goings-on.”
“That’s a good idea,” he said. “Grant and Garrett stopped over with the sign and it looks great on the door. Thanks, Raina. I appreciate you designing it. Now I know why you wouldn’t give me the file.”
His sister grinned. “They wanted to do that for you and I said I’d take care of it. This way I know you got what you wanted.”
“I did. I also know what they are trying to do.”
There was a lot of laughter at that statement.
His sister was the first one to fall for the matchmaking scheme with Cody. Then Jonah and Megan were the next to tumble, but he’d heard the two of them caught the other's eye at Cody and Raina’s bachelor/bachelorette party.
Since Megan was pretty outgoing, he believed that happened.
But he also knew the Fierces meddled like they are famous for doing. Or as Megan had said enough times, “gave her advice on how to handle a bull.”
“They are only having fun,” his mother said. “No one says you have to follow along.”
“They are doubling their efforts in one day,” he said. “Diane stopped up in the afternoon with cookies.”
His mother laughed this time and turned her head away. He figured she might have been in on that since the cookies were his favorite kind.
“As your mother said,” his father said, “it’s your choice to follow along. You’ve never been one to follow anyone or anything in life if you didn’t want to.”
“Trent could talk his way out of handcuffs and a gun pointed at his head,” Jonah said.
