Only For Me by Cynthia Eden

Author:Cynthia Eden
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Hocus Pocus Publishing, Inc.

Chapter Three

“I don’t know him.” Julianna stared down at the pictures before her. Terrible, sickening pictures of a dead man—a man who’d been stabbed repeatedly. Nausea rolled in her stomach because that man—he’d died just like Jeremy. The photos showed the dead man sprawled on a brown carpet, a carpet that had a big, red splotch on it. A pool of his blood.

“I’m not in the mood for games,” Faith said, her voice hard. No, the detective had never struck Julianna as the playful sort.

Sophie Sarantos leaned across the table and her fingers closed around the picture. Julianna cast a quick glance at her lawyer. Sophie’s face showed no change of expression at all, as if looking at a dead man were totally common place for her. “You heard my client,” Sophie said. “She doesn’t know this man.”

Julianna was too conscious of Devlin standing in the far corner of the interrogation room, watching her. She wanted to look back at him, but she forced her attention to stay on the detective.

“If that’s the way she wants to play this…” Faith opened a manila envelope and pulled out a photograph. Actually, quite a few photographs. Then she tossed those photographs across the table so that they slid toward Julianna. “You sure look mighty comfortable with a man you don’t know,” Faith said. “Do you sleep with strangers often?”

It was hard for Julianna to breathe. Way too hard. Because she was staring at photos of herself. Her very naked self. Only she wasn’t alone. The dead man was with her. Not dead. Alive in those pictures. Touching me. Kissing me. She shoved the photos away. “Those aren’t real.”

“Oh?” Faith picked up a photograph. Her brows rose as she studied it. “They certainly look real. I mean, this is you, isn’t it? Unless you have a twin I don’t know about.”

Desperate, Julianna focused on her lawyer. “I don’t know that man. If I slept with him, I’d remember it—”

“But you don’t remember killing your husband,” Faith said, pouncing on that, “even though you were found with his body and the murder weapon.”

This couldn’t be happening. Just when she thought things couldn’t get worse…

“When was he killed?” Sophie asked.

No, no, that wasn’t the question that should be asked. Julianna’s hands slammed down on the table. “Who is he?”

Silence.

Then…footsteps, walking closer. Devlin stood at the edge of the table. He picked up one of the photographs. Her hand flew out and grabbed his wrist. “I didn’t sleep with him.” She’d know if she had. Just as I should know if I killed my husband.

No, no, she hadn’t killed Jeremy. Even if…even if she’d thought about doing it.

But Faith wasn’t looking at her. She was focused on Sophie. “Your client had psychological evaluations, right? There’s no reason for her not to remember—”

“I didn’t sleep with him!” She jumped to her feet. Devlin still had that picture of her. He was staring at it so hard and tears were stinging her eyes. She’d thought she was long past tears.

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