Reasonable Doubt by Whitney Gracia Williams Read Free Book Online

of advice that your mentor gave you?”
    I looked at my watch. As soon as today’s interviews were over, I was going to call Alyssa about this case. Maybe she’d fudged some of the details to continue shrouding her identity.
    “When I told him I was nervous about my interview today,” Miss Everhart said softly, “he told me, it is what it is .”
    My head immediately shot up.
    “Did he now?” George clutched his chest, laughing. “That sounds like something our Andrew would say!” He patted me on the shoulder. “Isn’t that right, Andrew?”
    “ Yes .” I narrowed my eyes at ‘Miss Everhart.’ “That sounds exactly like something I would say...”
    She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ll be sure to tell my mentor that someone actually enjoys his odd sense of humor.”
    “ Please do .” I watched as she answered the next questions with ease, as she barely blinked her big blue eyes when the questions became tougher. And the more I heard her talk, the more I heard the familiarities of her speech pattern, I had to force myself not to fucking lose it.
    One coincidence was fine, but two? Damn near unfathomable.
    As they asked her about her favorite inspirational quotes, I scrolled down to Alyssa’s number and dialed. I knew for a fact that she never silenced her phone for some strange reason, and I had to know if what I was thinking was true, or if my mind was playing a cruel joke on me.
    I could see the rings on my phone’s screen, see the seconds as they passed, and when it rang three times, I let out a huge sigh of relief. But then the sound of bell chimes filled the room.
    “I am so sorry.” Miss Everhart’s cheeks turned pink and she picked up her purse. “I have a weird thing about never putting this on silent...I really meant to leave it in my car.” She pulled out her phone, slightly smiling once she looked at the screen, and then she hit ignore. 
    WHAT. THE. FUCK!
    “Happens all the time.” Will laughed. “We were going on and on anyway. It’s a good thing it went off so we can close out with the final questions. Anything from you, Andrew?”
    I glared at ‘Alyssa’. I was confused, pissed, and unfortunately aroused all at once.
    “Andrew?”
    “ No ,” I said, noticing that she was blushing again. “I have absolutely nothing to say.”
    Will and Greg both stood up and smiled, reaching out to shake her hand, but I remained seated.
    I couldn’t believe this shit.
    She wasn’t a green-eyed redhead like she’d said over the phone, far from being a licensed lawyer, and she was a fucking liar ...
    “Mr. Hamilton?” She was standing in front of me with her hand outstretched. “Thank you for interviewing me today. It was an absolute pleasure meeting you.”
    “The pleasure’s all mine.” I shook her hand, trying my best to ignore the smooth softness of her touch. “Good luck.”
    She nodded, said goodbye to the three of us once more, and then she left the room.
    As Will and George discussed how impressed they were with her interview, I forced myself to look through her file.
    Double major student at Duke: Pre-law and Ballet. Perfect 4.0 GPA. Recently cast as the lead of Swan Lake , recently listed in the top ten percent of her class. There were ten letters of recommendation in her folder—all from impeccable lawyers; there was even one from the newly appointed assistant district attorney.
    As amazing as her personal accomplishments were, it was her birthdate that stood out to me the most. She was twenty two.
    Twenty fucking two.
    And, even though she was the most accomplished out of all the undergraduates, she wasn’t even a senior.
    She was a junior ...
    ***
    I ignored Alyssa’s text tonight, the one that read, “If you haven’t found another unfortunate date for tonight, call me when you see this.”
    I was too angry to say anything to her. After all the hours we’d spent on the phone, all the times that I’d told her that I hated liars, she’d lied to me.