Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (129 page)

“
H
one
y
,
how
long
h
a
v
e
you
k
no
w
n
men?
Some
l
i
ke
h
o
t sauce,
s
ome
l
i
ke
plain
far
e.
T
h
er
e
’
s
no
r
h
yme
or
rea
s
on
to their
t
a
st
e
s
.
”

“T
h
at
’
s
bul
l
shit.
I
ca
n
’t
believe
Sco
t
t
mar
r
ied
he
r
.
S
he does
n
’t
belo
n
g
here,
J
ani
e
.
”
A
nd
now
w
ithout
doi
n
g
a
si
ng
le thi
n
g
,
J
or
d
an
had
another
good-loo
k
i
n
g
man
in
t
eres
t
ed
in he
r
. A man who
s
eemed
t
o h
a
ve fallen under her spell just as Sco
t
t
had.
J
or
d
a
n
’
s
luck
w
ith
men
did
n
’t
sit
well
w
ith
S
i
s
s
y
.

J
anie,
a
ta
t
t
ooed
woman
pushi
n
g
fo
r
t
y
,
threw
back
her b
l
ack
hair
and
l
aughed,
“
F
rom
what
I
’ve
heard
she
wo
n
’t
be here
for
lo
n
g
.
E
ven
if
she
do
e
s
get
that
p
l
ace
open
on
t
i
me, ther
e
’
s
no
g
uaran
t
ee
sh
e
’ll
be
a
ble
t
o
keep
it
g
o
i
n
g
by
he
r
s
elf.
S
he
still
has
a
lo
n
g
row
t
o
hoe
if
y
ou
ask
m
e
.
”

The
hope
that
J
or
d
an
might
still
fail
g
o
t
S
i
s
s
y
back
in
the chair
where
J
anie
once
ag
ain
gr
a
bbed
f
o
il
and
be
g
an
d
a
bbi
n
g ligh
t
ener
on
S
is
s
y
’
s
d
ark
roots.

O
n
their
wa
l
k
do
w
n
M
ai
n
S
treet
J
ord
a
n
sp
o
tt
e
d
a p
o
s
ter
i
n
one
o
f
the
s
t
or
e
w
indo
w
s
an
d
p
o
int
e
d
i
t
out
to
N
ic
k
.
“
I
forg
o
t
a
b
out
the
street
fai
r
.
T
h
e
re
’
l
l
b
e
ca
r
ni
v
al
r
id
e
s
,
a
pa
r
ad
e
an
d
plen
t
y
o
f
foo
d
bo
o
ths
.
W
e
shoul
d
p
l
an
to
g
o
.
”
She
remembere
d
g
o
i
ng
l
a
s
t
y
ea
r
w
ith
her
s
i
s
ter
whe
n
H
u
tton
ha
d
bee
n
j
u
s
t
three
month
s
old
.
T
h
ey
’
d
h
a
d
f
un
loo
k
i
ng
at
the
homemad
e
a
r
t
s
an
d
c
ra
f
t
s
.
T
h
en
a
l
l
of
a
sudden
, her
shoulde
r
s
slum
p
ed
.
“
I
should
’
v
e
bee
n open
b
y
no
w
.
I
f
I
’
d
p
l
anne
d
a
littl
e
bette
r
,
the
street
fai
r
would h
a
v
e
brough
t
i
n
g
u
e
st
s
s
o
one
r
.
I
f
I
wer
e
alread
y
opened,
alread
y
ha
d
g
u
e
st
s
comi
ng
i
n
fo
r
the
street
fai
r
,
I
would
n
’t b
e
c
u
t
ti
ng
thin
g
s
s
o
cl
o
s
e
no
w
.
”

“
M
a
y
b
e
.
M
a
yb
e
n
ot
.
S
t
o
p
bea
t
i
n
g
y
ou
r
s
el
f
u
p.
T
ou
r
i
s
t
s
e
a
s
o
n
do
e
s
n
’
t
be
g
i
n
fo
r
rea
l
un
t
i
l
J
un
e
.
Y
ou
’
r
e
get
t
i
n
g
a
jum
p
b
y
openi
n
g
i
n
May
a
f
u
l
l
mont
h
beforehand
.
T
hink
o
f
i
t
tha
t
w
a
y
.
”

S
he
looked
up
at
him
as
they
strolled
through
the
double doo
r
s
of
F
er
g
u
s
o
n
’
s.
H
e
looked
as
re
l
a
x
ed
as
sh
e
’
d
ever
s
een him,
well
e
x
cept
for
when
h
e
’
d
been
p
l
a
y
i
n
g
w
ith
her
nippl
e
. The
C
ove
s
eemed
t
o
be
a
greei
n
g
w
ith
him.
“
T
h
an
k
s,
N
ic
k
.
Y
o
u
al
w
a
y
s
k
n
o
w
wha
t
t
o
s
a
y
,
ho
w
t
o
mak
e
m
e
fee
l
l
i
k
e
—
I
’
m not
such
a
failur
e
.
”