Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (165 page)

“
I
did,
but
did
n
’t
get
an
appa
r
ition,
no
ma
t
e
r
i
aliza
t
ion
of a
n
y
k
ind,
j
u
st
a
l
o
t
of
ener
g
y
.
So
much
s
o
it
w
as
off
th
e
cha
r
t
s.
T
ha
t
w
as
af
t
er
Sc
o
t
t
died.
I
fi
g
ured
it
w
as
him,
y
ou
k
no
w
,
w
a
t
chi
n
g
over
he
r
.
”

“
Y
ou
did
n
’t
mention
that
t
o
he
r
,
did
y
ou
W
ade?”
M
u
r
p
h
y as
k
ed,
ho
r
r
ified
at
the
pr
o
spe
c
t
.

“
I
migh
t
h
a
v
e
men
t
ione
d
th
e
fa
c
t
tha
t
m
y
s
en
s
o
r
s
went
c
r
a
z
y
an
d
sh
e
migh
t
h
a
v
e
a
r
es
iden
t
gh
o
s
t
o
r
t
w
o
.
”

“
J
e
sus,
W
ad
e
.
A
woman
li
v
i
n
g
alone
out
there
w
ith
a ch
i
ld.
A
re
y
ou
nut
s
?”

N
ic
k
ha
d
to
chuckl
e.
“
I
do
n
’
t
thin
k
W
ad
e
g
o
t
to
he
r
,
M
u
r
p
h
y
.
S
h
e
’
s
pret
t
y
we
l
l
-
g
rounded
.
”
H
e
suddenl
y
found
th
e
whol
e
thi
ng
r
i
di
c
ulo
us
.
I
t
’
s
t
r
u
e
h
e
’
d
s
ee
n
Sc
o
tt
i
n
ma
t
e
r
i
a
l
fo
r
m
mor
e
tha
n
once
,
bu
t
h
e
’
d
a
l
s
o
brough
t
th
e
im
a
g
e
bac
k
w
it
h
hi
m
f
ro
m
I
r
a
q
,
bac
k
to
L
.A
.
alo
ng
w
it
h
a
shitloa
d
o
f
li
n
ge
r
i
ng
g
u
i
l
t
.
Sc
o
tt
n
e
ve
r
b
o
there
d
muc
h
w
ith
mo
v
i
ng
thi
n
g
s
aroun
d
o
r
blin
k
i
ng
ligh
ts
,
bu
t
l
i
ke
d
ma
k
i
ng
a
nu
i
sanc
e
pop
p
i
ng
u
p
ou
t
o
f
th
e
blu
e.
N
o
w
t
h
a
t
h
e
thought
a
b
ou
t
i
t
,
h
e
con
s
idere
d
th
e
whol
e
thi
ng
l
a
ugh
a
bl
e.
H
e
de
c
ide
d
to
cha
l
k
i
t
u
p
to
a
n
ove
ra
c
tiv
e
im
a
g
ina
t
io
n
an
d
a
whol
e
l
o
t
o
f
su
r
v
ivo
r
’
s
g
u
i
l
t
.

W
hen
W
ade
went
in
t
o
de
t
a
i
l
w
ith
y
et
an
o
ther
gh
o
st s
t
o
r
y
,
N
ick
realized
he
m
i
ss
ed
J
or
d
an,
e
ven
though
for
the past
couple
of
d
a
y
s
the
s
e
x
ual
t
en
s
ion
had
him
wor
k
i
n
g
l
i
ke a
fiend
t
o
s
t
a
y
bu
s
y
,
t
o
keep
h
i
s
han
d
s
off
he
r
.
H
e
k
new
w
ith a
l
l
the
nec
k
i
n
g
they
’
d
been
d
o
i
n
g
he
had
u
ps
et
her
w
ith
a
l
l the
confli
c
ti
n
g
s
i
g
na
l
s
h
e
’
d
s
ent
ou
t
.
B
ut
he
could
n
’t
help i
t
.
I
f
h
e
’
d
g
iven
in
and
t
a
ken
her
t
o
bed,
h
e
’
d
h
a
ve
a
hellu
v
a m
e
s
s on h
i
s han
d
s.
B
ut
he could
n
’t de
n
y what he
w
an
t
ed.
H
e
w
an
t
ed
J
or
d
an
in
bed,
under
him,
moani
n
g
as
he
came
in
s
ide
he
r
.
I
t
’
s
a
l
l
h
e
though
t
a
b
ou
t
.

B
ig
m
i
s
t
ak
e
.
S
he
w
as
Sc
o
t
t
’
s
w
if
e
.
H
ad
been,
he
co
r
re
c
t
ed.
B
ut
d
amn,
l
at
ely
e
ve
r
y
time
he
w
as
near
the
woman,
he
w
an
t
e
d
t
o
ge
t
he
r
nake
d
an
d
ho
r
i
zon
tal
.
Y
o
u
did
n
’
t
d
o
that
w
ith
an
o
ther
ma
n
’
s
w
ife,
a
man
wh
o
’
d
been
y
our
budd
y
.
A
nd
y
e
t
,
that
’
s
a
l
l
h
e
coul
d
thin
k
a
b
ou
t
d
o
i
n
g
.
W
ha
t
k
i
n
d
o
f
a
f
r
iend
w
as
he
a
n
y
w
a
y?
Sc
o
t
t
d
e
s
e
r
ved
bet
t
e
r
.