Chapter 11
Someone knocked on Kizzy’s door.
She tap-tap-tapped her way across the floor to answer it. Hopefully, it was Noah. The PI wasn’t back yet. She opened the door, realizing there was no way to know unless they spoke. Why did her father think this was a good idea? Oh yeah…because she was a witch and could break the spell—or someone’s neck—in an emergency.
“Kizzy…” Noah’s voice was full of kindness and concern, and all he had said was her name.
“Hi, Noah. Come in.”
As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he engulfed her in a warm hug. She returned it, gratefully. Here was this wonderful man, just offering his friendship…and he was there for her. She did wish she could see his handsome face, but she remembered it quite well.
“Close the door, please. I need to lock the dead bolt.”
“I’ll get it.”
She heard the door shut and the lock snick in place.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?”
Kizzy sighed. “Please don’t treat me like I’m made of glass. I’m okay. It’s good for me to get used to finding my way around without someone waiting on me hand and foot. Speaking of which, why don’t we go to the kitchen? Can I offer you something to drink? Maybe iced tea or a beer or something?”
“Sure. Iced tea would be fine.”
She tapped her way to the kitchen, with Noah’s soft footsteps following.
“Have a seat,” she said when they got there. She heard a chair slide across the floor, and she was pretty sure it was the one on the left of the small round table.
She wanted to impress him with how well she could function with her other senses alone. She retrieved two glasses from the cupboard and placed them on the counter next to the fridge. Then, holding each glass in turn, she poured two glasses of sun tea that she had made that morning.
She found her way around the center island without her cane and placed a glass in front of him. The other one she set at her spot across from him.
As soon as she sat down, she took a sip and spat it out. “Gaaaah! That wasn’t iced tea. That was iced coffee, without cream or sugar. Definitely not the way I take my coffee.”
Noah started to laugh, then stopped suddenly. “I didn’t know if it was some kind of dark tea or if you changed your mind… I would have warned you.”
Kizzy laughed at herself. What else could she do? “So, do you like iced coffee? And if so, how do you take it?”
“I see there’s some sugar on the table, and I can get my own cream, if you’ll allow me in your refrigerator.”
“Sure. I try to keep it fairly tidy so I can find things, but someone must have reversed the order of the pitchers.” She sighed. “So much for that.”
Noah’s chair scraped across the floor again. A couple moments later, she had her iced coffee with cream and sugar, and he even added a kiss on the top of her head. That made her smile inside, but she didn’t dare encourage him. Not yet. When this nonsense was over, she’d tell her father where to go and hope Noah was still interested in her as a woman, not just a friend.
When he was reseated, he asked the inevitable question. “So, how do you think this happened?”
“I assume you mean the blindness, not the coffee mix-up.”
“Definitely. I’m pretty sure the second problem was caused by the first.”
“I don’t know what to tell you.”There. An answer that’s short and true.
“I did a little reading on the internet…”
Kizzy groaned.
“I know, I know. Not the best source for good information, but I didn’t want to ask any doctors just in case they—” Suddenly, a loud crash stopped their conversation.
“Stay here, Kizzy!” Noah’s chair scraped back so hard, it tipped over.
