Dark Whispers by Debra Webb Page A

In his opinion, it was someone from her professional life that had set out to harm or to kill her. If he’d had any doubts, the so-called security breaches on her computer at the firm had banished those.
    Fortunately, Natalie kept copies of her work files at home. Going through those files, he decided, was a step in the right direction. Not to mention, he needed something more to do than to focus solely on the woman.
    “Thanks.” Natalie reached for the lid on the box. “This should be everything I need.” She scanned the contents of the box before lifting her gaze back to his. “You really think what happened to me has something to do with the Thompson case?”
    His fingers itched to reach out and brush those dark bangs back from her blue eyes. She had amazing blue eyes. Clear and inquisitive. Instead, he reached up and pulled the tie he’d already loosened free of his collar. His jacket lay across the sofa in the great room. He wished now that he’d brought something a bit more comfortable.
    He cleared his head of any thoughts of getting more comfortable. He recognized the line to which he was edging far too close. “It’s the only scenario that makes sense. Your accident took you off the defense team and suddenly the case does an about-face based on new evidence. Rison Medical gets the win and your colleague gets his long awaited spot in the limelight.”
    One hand on her hip, she rubbed her forehead with the other. “Vince isn’t capable of...” Her voice trailed off. She turned to Clint. “Is he capable of pushing me down the stairs?”
    “You were pushed?” Clint cocked an eyebrow at her question. He’d read all the reports related to her injury and never once did she or anyone else mention the possibility of her being pushed.
    She shook her head and sighed. “I don’t think so.” She reached for a file. “Truth?”
    He read the uncertainty in her eyes. “Nothing else will do.”
    “I don’t know if I was pushed.” She moistened her lips, drawing his hungry eyes there. “In my dreams, sometimes it feels like I’m being pushed, but it was dark and I just don’t know for sure.” She shook her head again. “The concept is ridiculous. No one was here with me except my sister. There is no way April pushed me.”
    The way she pretended to focus on the pages in the file belied her words. “You keep dreaming of hearing your sister in her room with a man. Are you sure her husband wasn’t with her that night?”
    “No, David was in Montgomery for a meeting. April said she called him from the hospital and let him know what happened.”
    It was time to take off the kid gloves. “Was she involved with someone else?”
    “What?” Natalie’s brow furrowed with a frown. “Of course not. April would never cheat on David.”
    Clint pulled out a chair and took a seat at the table. “Could Heath have been here with another woman that night?”
    “Absolutely not.” She tossed the file aside and moved on to the next one. “Heath is the quintessential good guy. He married his high school sweetheart. They go to church every Sunday and support every charity in Alabama. Their first child is on the way. No. Heath has always been the one who made April and me look like the bad children.”
    She assessed Clint for a moment. “Why all the questions about my siblings? I thought we cleared up any potential involvement by them when we first spoke?”
    “You answer my questions and we won’t go there again.”
    Her hesitation warned she wasn’t happy. Still, she pulled out a chair and sat. Like his, her jacket was somewhere in the great room. Her heels were somewhere between here and there. If he’d been a stronger man he might not have watched her skirt slide up her thigh as she sat down, but he wasn’t. He’d never wanted to be that strong.
    “Fire away.” She lifted her chin and waited for his first shot.
    “What does either your sister or your brother have to gain if you were to die or be mentally