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about him that drew her so intensely? 
    Whatever it was, she had to fight it.  He didn’t like her. 
    And she didn’t like him, she told herself.  Good grief, she didn’t like men!  And this one was ready to try and figure out what she’d been doing last night.  No, she couldn’t let him find that out.  Goodness, her nighttime activities were more top secret than the work she was doing here at the office.  At least in her mind.  She’d never let anyone know about her night work.  That was too important.  And she was so close!  So close to her goal and she just needed a little more time.  Everything would be perfect very soon. 
    “Um…” she stepped back herself and bumped into the conference room table, reaching back and gripping it with her hands.  “What was the question?”
    Brock had no idea.  He’d been too busy watching the emotions rush across her pale features, too fascinated by those blue eyes.  Damn, he wanted to just stand here and stare at her. 
    And then the day’s events came back to him and he just about pummeled himself mentally for getting so off track.  And with a suspect!  “What were you doing last night between the hours of eight and midnight?” he asked.
    Nina thought back and bit her lower lip.  “I was in my apartment.  Alone.  I’m afraid I don’t have an alibi for last night.”
    He watched her carefully, noting the shifting eyes that told her that he’d just hit on her secret.  Had she left her apartment?  Come back to the office and found her boss here?  Or had she never left?  Had she and her boss been having an after-hours affair that had ended in a fight?  In a fight that had ended in death? 
    Somehow, he didn’t think so.  “You didn’t make any calls?”
    She shook her head.  She worked eight or nine hours here, then headed to her apartment and worked another eight hours on her personal project. 
    Adding up those hours, she suddenly realized how sad her life had become.  This man probably went out and had loads of fun.  He looked like the type that would play poker every week with his buddies . And on the other nights, he’d probably be picking up women in bars and showing them what an amazing lover he was. 
    Thinking back, she used to have lots of friends.  When she was married to Steven, almost every weekend they’d either gone out to restaurants or bars with friends, had friends over for dinner, or went to their place.  Since her divorce, she’d pushed people away, too afraid to trust new people after everything Steven had stolen from her.  She was just this moment realizing that he’d stolen so much more than she’d realized. 
    “No,” she shook her head, crossing her arms over her stomach.  “I didn’t make any calls.”
    “What did you watch on television?” he asked, surprised that he was making this much of an effort to help her find an alibi.  Even if she could name any TV show, it still wasn’t a good enough alibi.  But it would help.
    Again, she shook her head.  “I don’t watch television.”
    That was surprising, he thought.  He wasn’t a big fan of television himself, thinking it was a monumental time suck, but to hear someone else say it so unequivocally was surprising. 
    He moved closer, unable to stop himself.  “Any chance someone saw you coming or going from your house?  A neighbor?  A friend, perhaps?”
    Nina shivered, not with fear over the need for an alibi, but because of how close he’d come again , eliminating the space between their bodies.  His heat and the male scent of him was overwhelming. She liked it, probably too much.  “No.  Perhaps some people saw me come home around five-thirty or six, but since I didn’t leave again until I left for work this morning, no one would have seen me.”  She cleared her throat nervously.  “But the absence of an alibi doesn’t make me a murderer.”
    He knew that.  “I’ll be in touch,” he said and forced his feet to carry him