Dark Thief (The Two Sides of Me Book 2) by Amy Lynn Garcia Page B
Authors: Amy Lynn Garcia
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look long and hard into Isaac’s eyes. He loves Evan, as a friend, a boss and maybe more? Ok, I don’t have time to ponder Isaac’s sexuality right now. I’ve got to find a Dr. willing and competent to operate on Evan. Isaac has put the files on the desk outside the panic room and booted up the computer with the SD card in it, no sign of the death SD card. Good, let’s keep it that way. I text Isaac one more message before starting my research Will you tell him I’m in here and working on this computer? He’s in bed. “Of course, I’ll leave you to it.” I watch him walk away and secretly hope he’s not gay, I always thought he would be fun to introduce to Lilly, being total opposites they might just work together.
I flip through file after file of medical history and Evan’s condition, doctor after doctor have deemed him hopeless. He’s had radiation multiple times trying to keep the size of the tumor under control but about six months ago he stopped, probably part of the cause of his blindness. It’s grown large enough to press against his optic nerves and rob him of his sight. Back and forth between the computer and paper records I feel like I have familiarized myself with his condition enough to make some calls. He may have been to all the best, most expensive physicians in the world but that’s not always the best route, sometimes the right person isn’t the most renowned or famous. They can actually be the one in your own backyard.
Dr. Carter lives in Seattle and travels around the world doing charity work for people with brain injuries and conditions. I’ve met him many times at Seattle Trinity and I’ve seen him perform miracles. He’s virtually an unknown genius but I know him and Evan’s case is right up Dr. Carter’s alley, challenging, difficult and rare. Now I just have to figure out how to convince Evan and contact Dr. Carter.
“Did you find what you needed?” My ass pops up out of the leather office chair, shit he startled me! Evan stands just inside the door, dressed again and looking ever the mogul millionaire restaurant entrepreneur, no sign that he’s currently blind. He even seems to have his eyes locked on mine when he speaks to me. I put my feelers out to make sure I’m dealing with my Evan and not evil Evan. I wonder what evil Evan thinks of being blind?
The air seems undisturbed by bad juju so I try to relax and I think about crooking my finger at him to draw him closer but remember he won’t see me and my heart clenches. “Come here.” I whisper as loudly as I can, the house is silent, he has no trouble hearing me. It’s a proven fact that when one sense is lost the others sharpen, and this isn’t the first bout with blindness he’s had.
I watch in awe as he makes his way to a chair on the other side of the desk and sits, crossing his foot over his knee. I can hardly believe he can’t see, he did that so effortlessly. “I told you I’ve memorized every room, counted every pace, I know my way around, as long as nobody rearranges the furniture.” He smirks and I realize how much I miss that, even with everything happening he can still melt me with that tiny facial expression and joke about his new disability. I can’t help it I sit there dumbfounded, mouth hanging open, like I said, in awe.
“Close your mouth before a bug flies in baby.” For fucks sake, now how does he know my mouth is gaping open? He leans forward and puts his foot on the floor. “I’ll tell you a little secret baby, you want to know how I read your mind?” Stupefied I slump back into my chair and nod. It doesn’t matter that he can’t see, somehow he knows what’s going on anyway. “First of all the magnetic force that draws us together is an energy. I’m so in tune with you I can feel when your mood shifts. Second of all you have a telltale breathing pattern, I hear very well, and that pattern tells me what shape your pretty mouth is in, how excited or angry you
I flip through file after file of medical history and Evan’s condition, doctor after doctor have deemed him hopeless. He’s had radiation multiple times trying to keep the size of the tumor under control but about six months ago he stopped, probably part of the cause of his blindness. It’s grown large enough to press against his optic nerves and rob him of his sight. Back and forth between the computer and paper records I feel like I have familiarized myself with his condition enough to make some calls. He may have been to all the best, most expensive physicians in the world but that’s not always the best route, sometimes the right person isn’t the most renowned or famous. They can actually be the one in your own backyard.
Dr. Carter lives in Seattle and travels around the world doing charity work for people with brain injuries and conditions. I’ve met him many times at Seattle Trinity and I’ve seen him perform miracles. He’s virtually an unknown genius but I know him and Evan’s case is right up Dr. Carter’s alley, challenging, difficult and rare. Now I just have to figure out how to convince Evan and contact Dr. Carter.
“Did you find what you needed?” My ass pops up out of the leather office chair, shit he startled me! Evan stands just inside the door, dressed again and looking ever the mogul millionaire restaurant entrepreneur, no sign that he’s currently blind. He even seems to have his eyes locked on mine when he speaks to me. I put my feelers out to make sure I’m dealing with my Evan and not evil Evan. I wonder what evil Evan thinks of being blind?
The air seems undisturbed by bad juju so I try to relax and I think about crooking my finger at him to draw him closer but remember he won’t see me and my heart clenches. “Come here.” I whisper as loudly as I can, the house is silent, he has no trouble hearing me. It’s a proven fact that when one sense is lost the others sharpen, and this isn’t the first bout with blindness he’s had.
I watch in awe as he makes his way to a chair on the other side of the desk and sits, crossing his foot over his knee. I can hardly believe he can’t see, he did that so effortlessly. “I told you I’ve memorized every room, counted every pace, I know my way around, as long as nobody rearranges the furniture.” He smirks and I realize how much I miss that, even with everything happening he can still melt me with that tiny facial expression and joke about his new disability. I can’t help it I sit there dumbfounded, mouth hanging open, like I said, in awe.
“Close your mouth before a bug flies in baby.” For fucks sake, now how does he know my mouth is gaping open? He leans forward and puts his foot on the floor. “I’ll tell you a little secret baby, you want to know how I read your mind?” Stupefied I slump back into my chair and nod. It doesn’t matter that he can’t see, somehow he knows what’s going on anyway. “First of all the magnetic force that draws us together is an energy. I’m so in tune with you I can feel when your mood shifts. Second of all you have a telltale breathing pattern, I hear very well, and that pattern tells me what shape your pretty mouth is in, how excited or angry you
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