Wherever She Goes (Psychic Seasons, ReGina Welling [novels to improve english TXT] 📗

Gustavia set the coffee down next to Kat’s hand and placed the sugar bowl and creamer nearby knowing that the sound of the dishes making contact with the table would be enough of a guide for Kat to find them easily.

Then, with one eye on Kat, she bustled around the kitchen grabbing plates and setting food on the table while leaving some in the oven to stay warm for Julie and Tyler.

Throughout the meal, Kat’s pallor improved, her normally rosy cheeks regaining enough of their color that Gustavia felt it was time to ask.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

“While I was dancing with your brother, I got my sight back for a little while.” The words were softly spoken almost apologetic.

“But that’s great news.” Gustavia couldn’t understand why Kat wasn’t doing cartwheels. Okay, so cartwheels might not be the best idea for a blind woman to be doing in an enclosed space, but dejection instead of elation seemed all kinds of wrong. “Isn’t it?”

“Did you miss the two main points? Dancing with your brother and for a little while.”

“Ah, okay. It’s the blue eyes meets brown thing that’s bothering you?”

“A bit,” came the sarcastic lilt, “I don’t even know Zack so why him? Why now?”

“Did you talk to Estelle?”

“Be your own catalyst. That’s what she said. What’s that supposed to mean?”

Gustavia could tell that Kat really just wanted support, not an honest opinion so she made a noncommittal noise and listened to the mild rant.

“If it happened once, it can happen again.” Kat singsonged in an exaggerated mimic of Estelle’s other piece of advice while Gustavia refilled her mug and tried to stifle a snort of amusement, which she—quite rightly—assumed would not be welcome at the moment.

“I’ll admit I am surprised at it being my brother, though. You hardly know each other.”

“I know, don’t you think I thought of that.” Kat’s voice rose, her cheeks pink with a combination of embarrassment and just a modicum of annoyance. “I’m half tempted to try talking you into inviting him here so I can see if it will happen again but that would just be wrong for so many reasons.”

The coffee mug hit the table with a bang as Kat took out her frustrations with a jerky motion. “So I’ll assume you are not going to ask me to get him to drop by?”

“Of course I am. That’s the problem, I have to know.”

This time, Gustavia had no control over the snort. Hearing it, Kat’s expression turned mutinous which did not have the intended effect of quelling Gustavia’s gut response and a giggle escaped, then another.

Luckily, laughter is infectious and before long, Kat started to chuckle. It helped; some of the tension fell away.

Chapter 4

“Psst.”

The hissing noise came from somewhere to her left and sounded slightly muffled as though whoever was making it had put a hand over their mouth. Something about the voice made her think of Estelle but why would the spirit bother with an attention getting bid when all she had to do was speak directly into Kat’s mind?

“Who’s there?” Kat asked. She cast her mind back over the past few minutes to see if she remembered hearing anything—footsteps, creaking floor boards, the swish of clothing—to indicate the presence of another person entering the room. Too stealthy for that anyway, no one living in the house would sneak up on her.

“Psst.”

There it was again.

“Estelle? Is that you?”

“Not Estelle,” came the hissing whisper. Definitely a spirit or maybe it was Amethyst’s angel friend.

“Galmadriel?”

“No.” The voice was stronger now.

“I’m sorry, I can’t see you so please, can you give me a hint?” Sensing fear, Kat kept her voice pitched low and gentle.

“Mary Lou.”

Kat recognized the name. Mary Lou had been married to Julius; she was Estelle’s mother-in-law. Had she been here all this time? Why had she waited so long to make contact?

“Is there something I can do for you? Do you need me to give Julius a message?”

“Why would I need you for that?” Mary Lou clipped her words. “I’ve got nothing to say to him but can you tell the girl something for me?”

“You mean Julie? Of course, what is it?” The spirit seemed agitated.

“Tell her to put that light fixture with the star glass back where she found it.”

Cryptic words but Kat promised to relay them and immediately felt Mary Lou’s energy settle into a more calm, relaxed vibrational pattern.

“Thank you. He’s coming He’ll help you see what’s needed.” The whisper faded to a sigh and then to silence before Kat had a chance to ask who was coming but when she heard footsteps in the hall, she no longer needed to ask. It was Zack; she would recognize his stride anywhere.

Gustavia must have made good on her plan to invite him over. Now that he was here, Kat’s mouth went dry and her stomach dropped toward her toes while what ifs crowded her thinking.

Instinctively, she turned toward him as he entered the room. He was wearing jeans and black sweater that looked impossibly soft as it clung to his torso and stretched tautly across wide shoulders. His hair was gently mussed as though he had run impatient fingers through it time and again. Kat was overwhelmed with the urge to smooth it back into place. To run her hands through those silky, honey-colored strands.

Then it hit her, she could see him. Her vision had cleared again and it had happened so subtly, so effortlessly she hadn’t noticed the change while it was happening. Her heart lurched and began to drum against her ribs; her breath quickened as excitement stole the air from her lungs, clamped down on her chest, and turned her knees to jelly.

Just like before, her body somehow remembered how to see as soon as he came into the room.

How long would it last this time? A minute, an hour? Forever?

Please let it last.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” Zack started to turn back toward the door. “Gustavia asked me to visit