Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (109 page)

J
or
d
an
looked
pu
z
zled.
“
F
r
uit?
D
eli
c
ious
M
elon?”

S
he
l
a
ughed
.
“
Oh.
The
M
elon
Room,
T
h
e
P
each
Room. T
h
at
’
s
k
ind
of
c
u
t
e,
I
l
i
ke
tha
t
.
I
t
could
wor
k
.
”

“
J
or
d
an,
I
w
as
jo
k
i
n
g
.
H
ow
a
bout
an
ocean
theme ins
t
ead? The B & B
by the ocean of
f
e
r
s
rooms l
i
ke The
S
he
l
l Room,
or
T
h
e
Sea
H
o
r
s
e
Room
.
”

“
Oh.
I
l
i
k
e
tha
t
e
ve
n
bet
t
e
r
.
The
S
and
Do
l
l
ar
Room. T
h
at
’
s
an
idea
.
”
S
he
s
ent
him
a
w
ide
s
m
i
le
and
t
u
r
ned
t
o
le
a
ve for
t
o
w
n
in
a
good
mood.

B
u
t
th
e
momen
t
J
or
d
a
n
s
t
eppe
d
in
s
id
e
F
er
g
u
s
o
n
’
s
w
it
h
H
ut
t
o
n
o
n
he
r
hi
p
,
he
r
goo
d
moo
d
v
an
i
shed
.
S
e
ve
r
al
c
u
s
t
ome
r
s
t
oo
k
th
e
ti
m
e
to
t
u
r
n
thei
r
w
a
y
an
d
s
t
ar
e
a
t
her
an
d
th
e
b
a
by
—
n
o
tice
a
bl
y
,
e
ve
n
mor
e
s
o
tha
n
u
s
ual
.
B
y
the
ti
m
e
sh
e
reache
d
th
e
pain
t
coun
t
e
r
,
sh
e
fel
t
l
i
k
e
th
e
butt
o
f
s
om
e
in
s
id
e
jok
e.
A
fe
w
mor
e
hea
d
s
t
u
r
ned
,
a
fe
w
more
c
u
s
t
ome
r
s
leane
d
ove
r
an
d
wh
i
spere
d
to
eac
h
o
the
r
.
F
eel
i
ng
mor
e
tha
n
a
littl
e
pu
t
of
f
,
sh
e
t
r
ie
d
to
co
n
v
inc
e
he
r
s
elf
sh
e
w
a
s
s
impl
y
ove
r
rea
c
ti
n
g
,
bu
t
to
wha
t
sh
e
w
as
n
’
t
sur
e. T
h
e
minu
te
th
e
cler
k
behin
d
th
e
coun
t
e
r
f
i
n
i
she
d
wha
t
h
e
’
d
bee
n
d
o
i
ng
an
d
t
u
r
ne
d
to
w
ai
t
o
n
an
o
the
r
c
u
s
t
ome
r
,
which
w
a
s
J
or
d
an
,
h
e
t
o
o
g
a
v
e
he
r
a
lee
r
i
ng
loo
k
.
I
t
w
a
s
tha
t
look
tha
t
sai
d
i
t
a
l
l
.
Somethi
ng
w
a
s
defi
ni
t
el
y
of
f
k
i
l
t
e
r
.

“
I
need
an
o
ther
g
a
l
lon
of
Deli
c
ious
M
elon
and
a
g
a
l
lon
o
f
B
u
t
t
e
r
nu
t
.
”

“
R
igh
t
a
w
a
y
,
M
r
s
.
P
h
il
l
i
p
s
.
I
t
’
l
l
t
ak
e
m
e
a
b
ou
t
f
i
f
t
een minu
t
e
s
t
o
m
i
x
up
the
colo
r
.
Y
ou
go
ahead
and
sho
p
.
C
ome back
in
fif
t
ee
n
an
d
I
’
l
l
h
a
v
e
i
t
read
y
.
”

E
tt
a
M
a
e
Sear
c
y
,
a
whi
t
e
-
haire
d
woma
n
i
n
he
r
s
e
ven
t
i
e
s,
had
been
loo
k
i
n
g
at
w
a
l
lpaper
mindi
n
g
her
o
w
n
b
us
in
es
s, but
moved
cl
o
s
er
when
she
overheard
the
b
r
ief
e
x
cha
n
g
e
.
“
Y
o
u
do
n
’
t
w
an
t
t
o
mak
e
he
r
w
ai
t
an
d
ge
t
he
r
mad
,
Ge
r
ald.
T
h
at
N
ick
fe
l
low
might
come
in
and
punch
y
our
ligh
t
s
ou
t
.
”