Lindsey winced as Nate's hand collided with the light pole. Feeling sympathy for the other man, though it was well overwhelmed by confusion, he reached out to grab his wrist before he smacked his hand into something else equally painful and guided it to his shoulder. "Lindsey."
He glanced back at Cathy. "Babe, this is Nathan Ford. He's renting apartment space from one of the partners at the firm. He's also Eliot's boss," he explained. "Nathan, the voice you're hearing is my wife, Cathy." He felt ridiculous making introductions, considering the man couldn't see, but if she helped, he figured he might feel better knowing who the other person was.
"Could be mystical," he said, keeping his voice down as he shot a passerby a look when the man rubbernecked. "The bottle is a lost cause." He frowned. "You haven't pissed anyone off since you arrived, have you?"