Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (117 page)

Befor
e
sh
e
caugh
t
hi
m
s
t
a
r
i
n
g
,
h
e
t
u
r
n
e
d
h
i
s
at
t
en
t
io
n
t
o the
w
at
e
r
.
F
or
se
ve
r
al lo
n
g
minu
t
e
s, he
s
t
ood back
readi
n
g the
c
u
r
rents,
f
i
ndi
n
g
the
b
e
st
p
o
int
brea
k
.
W
hen
he
sp
o
tt
ed h
i
s
chance,
he
p
icked
up
Sc
o
t
t
’
s
f
a
vo
r
i
t
e
board,
threw
it
on
t
op
of
the
w
at
e
r
,
and
pad
d
led
out
in
t
o
the
su
r
f.

J
or
d
an
w
at
ched
as
the
man
prope
l
led
him
s
elf
through the
w
at
er
on
h
i
s
be
l
ly
l
i
ke
a
pr
o
.
I
t
did
n
’t
ta
ke
lo
n
g
for
him
t
o
find
the
pe
r
f
e
c
t
t
ube,
and
popped
up
on
the
board,
we
a
vi
n
g
h
i
s
w
a
y
through
the
w
at
e
r
.
H
e
glided
over
the
w
a
v
e
s
w
ith
s
ome
s
k
il
l,
kee
p
i
n
g
h
i
s
ba
l
ance
for
the
lo
n
g
e
st
time
before drop
p
i
n
g
in
t
o
the
w
a
v
e
.
W
hen
the
r
ide
ended,
she
t
u
r
ned her
at
t
ention
back
t
o
H
ut
t
o
n
.
T
o
en
t
e
r
t
ain
Dog
the
t
wo be
g
an
t
o
ro
l
l
a
ba
l
l
back
and
fo
r
th
over
the
sand.
W
hen
that
g
r
e
w
t
ir
es
o
me
,
J
or
d
a
n
showe
d
H
u
t
t
o
n
ho
w
t
o
u
s
e
a
s
ma
l
l
s
coop
t
o
push
the
sand
around.
Th
i
s
s
eemed
t
o
hold
her in
t
er
e
s
t
.
B
y
the
time
N
ick
plopped
down
on
the
b
l
anket
next
t
o
them,
they
’
d
f
i
n
i
shed
buildi
n
g
their
fou
r
th
sandcastle,
a
f
r
a
g
i
le
fo
r
tr
e
s
s
w
aiti
n
g
for
the
next
w
a
ve
t
o
come
alo
n
g
and obli
t
er
a
t
e
it
in
t
o
mus
h
.
The
fi
r
st
time
the
w
a
t
er
charged
up and
r
uined
her
af
t
e
r
noo
n
’
s
wor
k
,
H
ut
t
on
had
c
r
ied,
but
by the
third
ef
f
o
r
t
,
she
pret
t
y
much
t
ook
the
d
am
a
ge
in
st
r
id
e
.

“
W
hat
are
y
ou
ma
k
i
n
g
there,
B
londie?”
N
ick
asked,
as he
t
u
gged on the
c
u
t
e little
p
ink beach hat she wore cove
r
i
n
g her
head.
H
er
b
ig
blue
e
y
e
s,
s
o
l
i
ke
Sc
o
t
t
’
s,
locked
on
h
i
s
w
ith such
t
r
ust
the
look
humbled
him.
I
n
b
a
by-spea
k
,
H
ut
t
on proceeded
t
o
d
e
s
c
r
ibe
her
wor
k
.
C
overed
in
sand
f
rom
head
t
o
t
oe,
she
looked
l
i
ke
a
g
r
ubby
che
r
u
b
.
B
ut
she
a
ls
o
looked as
though
she
w
as
h
a
v
i
n
g
the
time
of
her
lif
e
.
A
s
H
ut
t
on
t
u
r
ned
back
t
o
her
sand
proje
c
t
,
s
omethi
n
g
caught
h
i
s
e
y
e out
over
the
gl
i
s
t
eni
n
g
w
a
t
e
r
.
I
t
looked
l
i
ke
a
d
o
t
of
l
and
in the
d
i
s
t
ance,
no
r
th
of
where
h
e
’
d
su
r
f
ed.
“
W
hat
i
s
that?”

J
or
d
a
n
s
quin
t
ed
,
put
ti
ng
he
r
han
d
ove
r
he
r
e
y
e
s
to
shad
e
ou
t
th
e
su
n
.
“
O
h
.
Th
at
’
s
T
reasur
e
I
s
l
and
.
”
W
he
n
she caugh
t
h
i
s
baff
l
e
d
loo
k
,
sh
e
l
aughed
.
“
N
o
k
iddi
n
g
.
T
hat
’
s
wha
t
Sc
o
tt
nic
k
n
ame
d
i
t
whe
n
h
e
w
a
s
a
k
id
.
H
e
u
s
e
d
to
e
xplor
e
tha
t
littl
e
d
o
t
o
f
l
a
n
d
ou
t
ther
e.
H
e
ke
p
t
a
di
n
g
h
y
in
s
id
e
th
e
s
e
a
c
a
v
e
ove
r
ther
e
s
o
h
e
coul
d
mak
e
t
r
i
p
s
back an
d
fo
r
t
h
.
”
S
h
e
p
o
in
t
e
d
to
a
d
ar
k
c
a
ve
r
n-l
i
k
e
ent
ranc
e
a
t
the
ba
s
e
o
f
th
e
t
ra
i
l
tha
t
h
e
’
d
m
i
ss
e
d
un
t
i
l
no
w
.
“
T
h
e
di
n
g
h
y
’
s
s
t
il
l
ther
e
.
”
W
he
n
sh
e
s
a
w
N
ic
k
’
s
e
y
e
s
w
iden
,
sh
e
added,
“
W
e
l
l
,
n
o
t
th
e
on
e
h
e
ha
d
whe
n
h
e
w
a
s
a
bo
y
,
o
f
cou
r
s
e
,
but
r
athe
r a
newe
r
ve
r
s
ion
,
on
e
w
it
h
a
nic
e
doubl
e
hu
l
l
,
an
d
a
se
ve
n
-
ho
r
s
epowe
r
m
o
t
o
r
.
”