Read Online Her Eyes by Jennifer Cloud, Regan Taylor - Free Book Online

“Have you been hearing voices?"
    "No.” She immediately lied, then hated herself for it. “Maybe. I've heard that head injuries can cause some strange things to happen."
    She tossed in a can of carrots, which Frank immediately removed and put back on the shelf. Even dazed by her question, he wasn't going to willingly purchase a vegetable. The next shopping trip she would have to go alone. And, now that she thought of it, maybe buy some clothing. For some reason, the low-cut blouses and tight jeans that she couldn't take a deep breath in just didn't feel right. Almost like someone else bought them. Although, if Frank had picked them out, he may like a woman to dress provocatively all the time. Then again, he hadn't said anything when he saw her in his shirt when he came home. Somehow wearing the flannel shirt was comforting, not just for Frank's scent in it, it just felt right.
    "I don't know. The injury wasn't like you fell and hit your head or anything like that. Well, your head did hit the ground, but, well, never mind. Some interesting things have happened, but if you start hearing lots of voices, we'll need to have a doctor talk to you. Not necessarily go to the hospital, just talk to a professional."
    What that professional might say frightened her. It was best to drop the subject. Whatever had happened wouldn't happen again. She was fine. Everything would be good, and she would not be haunted by a disembodied voice. That her inner dialogue was a subject best dropped didn't stop her, however, from looking at the “Elvis is alive” magazines. One headline caught her attention, “I got Jaybird's vocal cords in a transplant and now I can sing.". Geesh!
    They finished their trip and drove back home. Things started to get a more familiar edge to her. She helped unload the truck, and this time she knew where the items belonged. It made her feel better, like she belonged.
    She cooked dinner, although Frank managed the grill, saying that fire was man's work. Her job was shoving potatoes into the microwave and rolls into the oven. Hardly an arduous task, but the way Frank pampered her, she doubted he'd let her do much of anything for a while.
    They sat down to a delicious dinner. The steak was a little too pink in the middle, but she didn't complain. He ate his with fervor so it must've been prepared correctly. He should know how she liked her steaks. Maybe she'd always eaten them this way.
    Win jumped to his feet moments before a knock at the door. The dog was smart. He sensed so much more than she ever could.
    Catherine didn't like their dinner disturbed but didn't complain. Again, she only wanted him near her, needed to touch him as often as possible. When Frank went to the door to answer it, she tried not to pout.
    She poked the underdone steak, wondering when she'd acquired this particular taste. Catherine considered feeding it to Win when that icy prickly sensation crept over her skin, causing the hairs on her arms to rise. She didn't want this happening again. Not now. She managed to stand but couldn't take a step or call out to Frank. Win quickly took note, turning from the door and facing her.
    Again ready to bite, the dog growled and snarled. She started to move toward the dog when the dizziness came. The world grew fuzzy, and then darkness washed over her. She gripped the table but couldn't find the seat. Everything seemed to slip away.
    Win.
    * * * *
    Jim stood in the living room, giving Frank another account of the dog barking at Catherine when a loud thud caught their attention. Both men moved toward the kitchen. Jim froze at the edge, but Frank went forward, almost close enough to touch Win.
    "Boy, what's wrong?” He looked at Catherine, her back pressed against the dining room window. Win had gone crazy, maybe rabid. Drool ran from sharp teeth and his full attention was on Catherine.
    "Get that bastard away from me!” Catherine yelled, panic reverberating in her voice.
    Frank reached for Win. The dog