Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (17 page)

S
he
needed
t
o
get
a
g
r
i
p
.
A
nd
fas
t
.

The
minu
t
e
she
s
t
epped
out
on
t
o
the
s
a
g
g
i
n
g
porch, their
e
y
e
s
me
t
.
S
he
did
n
’t
im
a
g
ine
the
pu
l
l
in
her
lower
be
l
ly
beca
u
s
e
i
t
a
l
l
bu
t
y
anke
d
he
r
ou
t
o
f
a
l
u
st-packe
d
d
a
y
drea
m
.
“
Y
ou
’
ve
been
out
here
for
hou
r
s.
H
ow
a
bout
a
sand
w
ich?”

“
I
coul
d
ea
t
.
T
han
k
s
.
”
H
e
s
e
t
do
w
n
th
e
hamme
r
,
t
ook
th
e
t
r
a
y
f
ro
m
he
r
,
pu
t
i
t
do
w
n
be
t
wee
n
the
m
o
n
th
e
s
t
e
p
s.
A
s
s
o
o
n
a
s
h
i
s
but
t
hi
t
th
e
wood
,
h
e
p
icke
d
u
p
a
ha
m
and
che
e
s
e
sand
w
ic
h
an
d
du
g
i
n
.
“
M
mmm
,
th
i
s
i
s
n
’
t
th
e
cold
sand
w
ic
h I
expe
c
t
ed
.
” T
h
e
ha
m
w
a
s w
a
r
m
an
d
covere
d
w
ith
mel
t
e
d
mo
z
zare
l
l
a
,
th
e
brea
d
c
r
us
t
y
an
d
s
meare
d
w
it
h
a t
a
n
g
y
do
ll
o
p
o
f
s
om
e
k
i
n
d
o
f
t
a
s
t
y
s
p
ic
e.

A
little
in
s
e
c
ure
when
it
came
t
o
her
c
ulina
r
y
s
k
il
l
s,
J
or
d
an
could
n
’t
help
but
as
k
,
“
H
o
w
’
s
it
t
as
t
e?”
T
en
t
a
t
ive,
she sat
do
w
n
on
the
o
ther
s
ide
of
the
tr
a
y
on
the
t
op
s
t
e
p
,
w
at
chi
n
g
him
ea
t
.
H
e
m
u
st
h
a
ve
been
r
a
veno
u
s,
she
though
t
,
as
she
p
icked
up
one
of
her
o
w
n
conco
c
tions
and
dug
i
n
.

“
D
eli
c
io
u
s
.
W
h
at
’
s
tha
t
s
p
ic
e
i
n
th
e
m
ay
o?”

“
P
e
s
t
o
.
I
t
g
iv
e
s
i
t
a
littl
e
e
x
t
ra
k
ic
k
.
”

“
I
’
l
l
s
a
y
.
”

“
I
g
o
t
the
s
t
udio
clean,
we
l
l,
clean
-
e
r
.
”

Af
t
er
t
wo
t
ou
r
s
in
I
raq,
he
could
sleep
in
a
ba
r
n.
“
I
’
m sure
it’
l
l
be
fin
e
.
”

A
n
a
w
k
w
ard
s
i
lence
d
es
cended.
S
h
e
’
d
spent
such
a
lo
n
g time
here
alone,
it
felt
st
r
a
n
ge
t
o
be
in
a
p
os
ition
of
h
a
v
i
n
g
co
n
ve
r
sa
t
io
n
w
it
h
s
o
meon
e
o
t
he
r
tha
n
H
u
t
t
o
n
.
“
Y
o
u
fi
na
l
ly
g
o
t
a
l
l
tha
t
peeli
n
g
pain
t
sande
d
of
f,
mak
e
s
i
t
loo
k
bet
t
er
alread
y
.
”

“
A
f
t
er
a
couple
of
coa
t
s
of
s
t
ain
it’
l
l
look
e
ven
bet
t
e
r
.
”

“
Y
ou
did
a
good
job
putti
n
g
the
ra
i
li
n
g
back
t
o
gethe
r
.
”

“
Getti
n
g
ther
e
.
I
t’
l
l
need
a
couple
coa
t
s
of
paint
thoug
h
.
”

N
ick
pol
i
shed
off
h
i
s
sand
w
ich,
downed
a
g
l
a
s
s
of
lemonade and
poured
an
o
the
r
.
“
I
’
l
l
fin
i
sh
the
ra
i
li
n
g
af
t
e
r
w
e
ea
t
.
”
H
e dus
t
ed
the
c
r
um
b
s
f
rom
h
i
s
shi
r
t
and
han
d
s,
zeroed
in
on
the chun
k
y
,
choco
l
a
t
e
chip
coconut
maca
d
am
i
a
nut
coo
k
i
e
s
on the
tr
a
y
.
H
e
broke
one
in
half,
s
t
uffed
it
in
h
i
s
mouth.
“
Y
ou
mak
e
th
e
s
e?”