Dark Whispers. Debra Webb

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      He turned and she jumped. “Sorry.” She took a deep breath and followed him into the en suite. There were more notes here. The ones that told her in what order to do her nightly ritual, those that reminded her of where things were stored. Like the others, she didn’t rely on them as much as she had before. This time when he turned to her she felt the weight of his sympathy.

      There was nothing since the injury that hurt her more—not the ongoing healing, not the physical therapy, not even the endless hours of analyzing by the shrinks—than the looks of pity in the eyes of anyone who learned the full scope of her loss.

      “The house is clear. I’ll stay until your sister arrives.”

      She wanted to argue. Damn it, she really did. She wanted to tell him in no uncertain terms that she was perfectly fine and capable of taking care of herself as she always had been. Except...she wasn’t so sure of that anymore. “Thank you.”

      As they descended the stairs, he said, “Coffee would be good.”

      With monumental effort she smiled. “I am very good with a coffee machine.”

      He paused before taking the next step down. “I have a feeling you’re very good at many things, Natalie.”

      Whether he truly meant the words or not, she appreciated the effort. No one had given her a compliment in a very long time.