The Virgin Intern(17)

He shakes Andrew’s hand as well, and we all sit down. Andrew sits next to me, and suddenly it feels too close and too intimate despite the fact that we just spent an hour in his car together. Here it’s different. My uncle could see the smallest gesture, and then everything would fall apart.

“We won’t meet for overly long today,” Uncle Roger says, “but I thought it might be a good idea for Andrew to hear your version of events, and we just received discovery from the prosecutor. I’ll glance at them and see if there’s anything we need to take notice of. Naomi?”

I grab the file out of my bag and hand it to him. I’m glad I remembered to take it out of my car when Andrew found me. “Take notes,” my uncle says to me, “So you can familiarize yourself with the issues and catch anything we miss.”

“I’m ready whenever you are, Mr. Sterling,” Andrew says.

“Sure.” Sterling clears his throat and begins. “I know that a lot of people speculated otherwise, but the truth is that my wife and I were happy. We were trying to have a child, though that’s not public knowledge. The night…the night she died we had a fight about whether or not we should continue trying to conceive. I wanted to move on to other options—IVF, adoption, surrogacy. I wanted a kid, and I didn’t care if the kid was biologically mine or not. But Amber always dreamed of having her own children, and the argument just got out of hand. We both said some hurtful things, and I left so we could cool down. I drove around, just on the property, for a couple of hours. When I came back, the bedroom was destroyed and she was…lying there.”

"And then what did you do?" Andrew asks gently.

Mr. Sterling's face goes gray. "I checked to see if she was breathing, and then I called the police."

I can't imagine what it would be like to find someone you love that much dead on the floor. With my parents it was a phone call. I didn't have to see their bodies after the accident, didn't have to keep it together until the police arrived.

Sterling continues, "When the police got there, they took my statement. They took her body, and I think I answered questions from the detectives for a couple of hours before they left. I couldn't sleep in a crime scene, so I went to the guest house for the night. A couple of days later, the police came back and arrested me. They hadn't found evidence that linked to anyone but me. I was the only witness, no one could prove my alibi, and we had fought just before she died. In their minds I was the only choice. But I didn't kill her. I loved...I love my wife."

Mr. Sterling looks away, and I can see he's trying to mask the fact that he's tearing up.

Andrew nods. "I read in the report that your security system didn't show you leaving the house. Do you know why that is?"

"I have no idea. I can't explain it."

I hate to say it, but I can understand why the police thought he was guilty. Not from his story, but from the fact that there's just no evidence that makes him look innocent. If he didn't do it, someone worked really hard to make it look like he did. This is going to be a hard case to win, even for lawyers as good as my uncle and Andrew.

"They've included your blood alcohol test in discovery."

"I wasn't drunk," says Mr. Sterling. "Yes, I'd had a drink, but I was well below the legal limit."

"It doesn't matter. They'll use it to point to potentially erratic behavior," Andrew says.

"That's hardly fair," I say.

My uncle looks at me sharply, a reprimand in a look. Shutting up now.

"If trials were fair," Andrew says, "the world would be a much better place."

He puts his hand on my knee under the table, and my entire body stiffens. My uncle gives me another look, and I try to give him my best 'I'm here and I won't bother you at all anymore' smile. I've been taking notes like he told me, but I slowly move one of my hands under the table, and grab Andrew's hand, which is slowly moving up my thigh. I don't dare look at him, even though I want to give him my best death glare. I can't believe he would risk this kind of thing right now when we're talking about a murder, but my mind flashes to him jerking off with my uncle five feet away, and this is tame by comparison.

I can't deny that the danger of being discovered makes my body wake up and start to pay attention, but still...not the time.

Andrew takes advantage of where my hand is and weaves his fingers though mine, gripping them. Suddenly my hand is trapped by his, and my heart rate picks up. My uncle is talking about something else in discovery, but I feel like I can't hear him. I'm just glad he's looking at Mr. Sterling and not toward Andrew or me. Who knew that just holding hands could be this hot?