Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (145 page)

It was later
that afternoon when they were all three once again outside sitting in the backyard in the Adirondack chairs enjoying what promised to be a beautiful evening that Nick got up and disappeared around the corner of the house. Jordan heard water running from the outside faucet. Moments later, he came back, grinning, carrying two huge super soaker water guns in each hand.

J
or
d
an
s
a
w
the
gleam
in
h
i
s
e
y
e
and
k
new
what
w
as
a
bout
t
o
happe
n
.
“
N
ick
H
a
r
r
i
s,
do
n
’t
y
ou
d
are!”

H
e
cocke
d
on
e
bro
w
befor
e
s
endi
ng
a
s
t
ead
y
stream
o
f
w
a
t
e
r
he
r
w
a
y
,
hit
ti
ng
he
r
s
quarel
y
i
n
th
e
ch
e
s
t
,
s
o
a
k
i
ng
he
r
shi
r
t
.
R
i
s
i
ng
to
th
e
cha
l
le
n
ge
,
sh
e
g
o
t
to
he
r
fee
t
,
g
r
a
b
b
i
ng
th
e
o
the
r
g
u
n
fro
m
wher
e
h
e
’
d
droppe
d
i
t
o
n
th
e
gra
s
s.
S
h
e
d
a
r
t
e
d
aroun
d
af
t
e
r
him
,
f
i
r
i
ng
a
t
w
il
l
.
T
he
y
e
x
cha
n
ged
sh
o
ts
,
r
unni
ng
an
d
dod
g
i
ng
eac
h
o
the
r
’
s
f
i
r
e
powe
r
.
Soon
H
ut
t
o
n
an
d
Q
uak
e
j
o
ine
d
i
n
th
e
cha
s
e.
Befor
e
lo
n
g
,
a
l
l
four
o
f
the
m
wer
e
s
o
a
k
i
ng
we
t
.

N
ic
k
ploppe
d
dow
n
o
n
th
e
gra
s
s
,
w
r
i
n
g
i
ng
ou
t
s
ome
o
f
th
e
e
x
c
e
s
s
w
a
t
e
r
b
y
s
queezi
ng
th
e
t
a
i
l
en
d
o
f
h
i
s
shi
r
t
.
“
G
oo
d
w
a
y
to
clea
n
u
p
H
ut
t
o
n
an
d
Q
uak
e
e
ve
r
y
nigh
t
,
do
n
’
t
y
o
u
think
?
T
ak
e
the
m
b
o
t
h
ou
t
bac
k
her
e
an
d
h
os
e
the
m
do
w
n
e
ve
r
y
nigh
t
befor
e
be
d
w
it
h
a
coupl
e
o
f
super
s
oake
r
s
.
L
e
s
s
ha
s
sl
e
.
”

“
S
ure,
that’
l
l
wor
k
.
I
s
ee
mother
of
the
y
ear
in
there for
tha
t
.
”
S
he
g
r
a
bbed
a
r
ubber
bone
l
y
i
n
g
on
the
l
a
w
n
and Quake
immed
i
a
t
ely
s
t
a
r
t
ed
p
l
a
y
i
n
g
t
u
g
of
w
a
r
.

“
W
he
n
’
s
L
il
ly
s
t
a
r
t
t
o
work?”

“
A
f
t
er
Eas
t
e
r
.
T
h
at
g
iv
e
s
us
three
wee
k
s,
plen
t
y
of
time
t
o
put
the
fin
i
shi
n
g
t
ouch
e
s
on
e
ve
r
y
thi
n
g
,
get
the
rooms ready
before
the
doo
r
s
open.
Th
a
t
shoul
d
g
iv
e
us
enough
time,
do
n
’t
y
ou
think?”

W
hen
N
ick
merely
nodded,
J
or
d
an
went
on,
“
Y
ou should
s
ee
the
w
a
y
the
woman
dr
a
w
s
and
paints.
A
nd
the po
r
t
raits
of
her
k
i
d
s.
T
h
ey
look
prof
e
ss
iona
l
ly
don
e
.
S
he might
be
a
ble
t
o
make
a
li
v
i
n
g
as
an
a
r
t
i
st
if
she
could
get
s
ome
sal
e
s
under
her
belt
and
—
oh,
m
y
God!
W
h
y
did
n
’t
I think
of
that
earlier?
W
h
at
if
she
could
do
that
du
r
i
n
g
the upcomi
n
g
street
fair?”