Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (159 page)

H
e
’
d
been
pa
r
t
o
f
her
lif
e
fo
r
l
es
s
than
a
mont
h
.
S
he
w
a
s
n
’t
sure
how
it
had
happened
or
when,
but
w
a
t
chi
n
g
him
s
o
peace
f
u
l
in
slee
p
,
she
realize
d
she
did
n
’
t
w
ant
him
t
o
le
a
v
e
.
E
ve
r
.
A
s
she
g
a
zed
at
h
i
s
slee
p
i
n
g
fo
r
m
,
she
wondered
how
h
e
’
d
han
dl
e
that
little
b
it
o
f
info
r
ma
t
io
n
.
A
nd
then
k
n
e
w
…
H
e
’
d
r
un
the
o
ther
w
a
y
s
o
fas
t
he
would
n
’
t
e
ve
n
b
o
ther
s
a
y
i
n
g
adi
o
s
.
S
he
s
i
ghed.
O
h
,
God,
what
have
I
don
e
?
I
’
ve
f
all
e
n
i
n
lov
e
w
i
t
h
a
g
u
y
wh
o
ha
s
a
l
i
s
t
o
f
c
onque
s
t
s
f
r
o
m
h
e
r
e
t
o
L
.
A.,
h
e
r
s
e
l
f
in
c
lud
e
d.

That weekend during
the street fair, from ten in the morning to six in the evening, Jordan and Nick looked after Kyra and Joey while Lilly worked the fair. Lilly had protested about the babysitting, but Jordan had insisted, telling her that if she wanted to pay her back, she could work on a couple of beach scenes for the guest rooms if she had any downtime during the course of her day.

W
he
n
th
e
stree
t
fai
r
ende
d
o
n
S
un
d
a
y
nigh
t
an
d
L
il
l
y
cam
e
to
p
ic
k
u
p
th
e
k
i
d
s
,
sh
e
sa
t
do
w
n
o
n
th
e
couc
h
i
n
the
li
v
i
ng
roo
m
w
it
h
t
ea
r
s
i
n
he
r
e
y
e
s
.
C
lu
t
chi
ng
he
r
pu
r
s
e
,
sh
e
said
,
“
I
mad
e
mor
e
tha
n
s
i
x
hundre
d
do
l
l
a
r
s
ove
r
three
d
a
y
s
.
C
a
n
y
o
u
im
a
g
in
e
that
?
I
h
a
v
e
enoug
h
to
p
a
y
y
o
u
back fo
r
th
e
bo
o
t
h
fe
e
.
”

The
bo
o
th
fee
had
been
t
wo
hundred
do
l
l
a
r
s.
B
ut
out of
the
goodn
es
s
of
h
i
s
hea
r
t
M
u
r
p
h
y
had
w
aived
half
of
tha
t
. Somethi
n
g
she
w
as
ce
r
t
ain
S
i
s
s
y
did
n
’t
k
now
a
bou
t
.
N
o
w
a
y
w
as
J
or
d
an
g
o
i
n
g
t
o
ta
ke
a
hundred
do
l
l
a
r
s
f
rom
L
il
l
y
.
I
ns
t
ead,
J
or
d
an
neatly
cha
n
ged
the
su
b
je
c
t
.
“
W
ere
y
ou
a
ble
t
o
work
on
th
os
e
beach
s
cen
e
s
?”

L
il
ly
brought
out
her
ske
t
ch
pad
and
showed
off
s
e
ve
r
al
l
an
d
s
cap
e
s,
a
few
in
glo
r
io
u
s
w
at
ercolo
r
.
W
here
sh
e
’
d
found
th
e
ti
m
e
t
o
d
o
tha
t
,
J
or
d
a
n
did
n
’
t
h
a
v
e
a
clue.
B
u
t
th
e
s
e
were
good,
e
very
b
it
as
good
as
the
on
e
s
sh
e
’
d
s
een
at
the
street
fai
r
.

J
or
d
an
s
t
udied
them,
s
w
a
l
lo
w
i
n
g
her
em
o
tion.
“
T
h
ese
are
exa
c
tly
what
I
w
as
loo
k
i
n
g
fo
r
,
L
il
l
y
.
I
think
they’
l
l
look wonde
rf
ul
on
the
w
a
l
l
s
u
p
s
t
ai
r
s.
H
ow
much
do
I
owe
y
ou?”