Blink of an Eye: Beginnings Series Book 8 Read Online Free PDF

loudly. “God! I thought she’d never leave. How long can one person hold their breath?”
    Ellen laughed at him . “You held your breath the whole time she was here?”
    “ Oh sure, El. I didn’t want her to drop off your stuff with me. I’m looking forward to having the house alone for an hour or so tonight. She would just ...” Henry hunched when he heard his name being called. “Shit. Frank.” He jumped up. “I gotta go. Talk to you later. Bye, Dean.”
    Dean listened as Henry ran out . He chuckled when he heard Henry ramble off excuses from the hall to Frank on what took him so long. He only wished he could make out the words better.
     
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    “No, El.” Dean resisted her forceful pull. “What, are you crazy?”
    “ Dean, you have to.”
    “ I cannot.”
    “ Dean, when have I ever driven to the mobile lab? Hmm?”
    “ When have I ever driven blind? How am I supposed to drive, El?” Dean tossed his hands in the air. “I can’t see!”
    “ Shh.” Ellen covered his mouth. “You never know who’s around. Just get in. I’ll direct you from the passenger’s seat.”
    “ El, you can’t even drive from the driver’s seat.”
    “ Get in, Dean.” Ellen gave him a shove and then she walked to the other side. She stepped in the jeep and watched Dean feel his way around as he climbed in.
    “ Ready,” he told her, gripping the steering wheel.
    “ OK. Now the jeep is faced the right way. Just turn it over and go. I’ll tell you how to steer by saying numbers on a clock.”
    Nervously , Dean reached for the key. “This is so dangerous.”
    “ Good. You have to live life dangerously or you really don’t live life.”
    “ Aren’t you being Miss Philosophical?” He didn’t see it, but Ellen smiled with arrogance. “Pretty cocky for someone who is in a moving vehicle with a blind man driving.”
    “ Just drive, Dean.”
    Dean turned over the engine then shifted gears .
    “ Pull out slowly keeping it steady at twelve. You’re good. Just go straight.”
    “ Oh God.” Dean’s heart pounded as the jeep began to move.
    “ Good, Dean. Good.”
    “ How’s my speed?”
    “ Excellent.” Ellen giggled.
    “ What?”
    “ Nothing, one o’clock, Dean. Good.” Her giggle transformed into a laugh.
    “ What is it?”
    “ Nothing.” She laughed harder. “Oh!” Another laugh. “Two o’clock, three, back to twelve.” She held on as the jeep swerved. “Great!”
    “ Ellen, what hell?”
    “ You’re good.” A deep sigh came from her. “Oh that was fun.”
    “ What was? Ellen, am I going in the right direction?”
    “ You are now.” She wiped her hand down her face, looked back at Beginnings, then smiled. “Watch out for that tree ...” She felt the jerk of the breaks. “Just kidding.”
     
    “What the fuck was that shit all about?” Frank blasted out his question as he stormed into the mobile lab. “Ellen?”
    Ellen immediately ran by Dean . “Bury your head, Dean,” she whispered.
    “ What is he doing, El?”
    “ Hello!” Frank called out. “Answer me. Why am I walking through town, at casual pace mind you, and then ... and then fuckin Dean tries to run me over with the jeep. You think you’re being funny, Dean?”
    Dean kept his back to him . At first he didn’t think it was funny, but then the visual of Frank running from a zigzagging jeep hit Dean and at that moment he started to laugh. “Sorry, Frank.”
    “ Yeah, real funny. I have to talk to you.”
    “ Oh shit,” Dean said softly. “El, get him out.”
    “ Frank.” Ellen faced him. “You have to go.”
    “ Nope. I have to talk to Dean. In fact, can you leave us alone for a second?”
    “ Nope.” Ellen returned to her work. “We’re busy. Go, Frank.”
    “ No, El.” Frank walked closer to Dean. “I have to talk to him.”
    “ Can I ... uh ...” Dean fiddled with his notebook that Ellen placed right in front of him. “Can I work while you talk?”
    “ I don’t give a shit. Just make sure