Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (179 page)

E
l
len
looked
f
rom
N
ick
back
t
o
J
or
d
an,
and
noticed
the
f
un
n
y
expr
e
ss
ion
on
her
si
s
t
e
r
’
s
fac
e
.
T
h
at
could
n
’t
be
love, she
de
c
ided.
I
t
w
as
t
oo
s
oon
for
her
s
i
s
t
er
t
o
h
a
ve
that
goo
f
y look
on
her
face
when
it
came
t
o
a
stra
n
ge
r
.
N
ot
k
no
w
i
n
g
wha
t
t
o
mak
e
o
f
them
,
E
l
le
n
s
w
i
t
che
d
t
o
p
i
c
s
.
“
H
o
w
ar
e
th
os
e recip
e
s
wor
k
i
n
g
out
I
s
ent
y
ou?”

“
S
t
il
l
e
xpe
r
imenti
n
g
.
I
h
a
ve
n
’t
t
r
ied
the
C
o
r
n
i
sh
g
ame hens
y
e
t
,
but
up
t
o
now
N
ick
and
H
ut
t
on
h
a
ve
been
a
c
ti
n
g
as
m
y
g
uinea
p
i
g
s.
W
h
at
do
y
ou
think
of
the
chicken?”

W
ithou
t
s
t
op
p
i
n
g
t
o
thin
k
,
T
o
m
r
e
vealed
,
“
I
t
’
s
a
littl
e
d
r
y
.
”

L
o
s
i
n
g her
patience
w
ith
T
om,
E
l
len put
down
her
for
k
,
s
coldi
n
g
him,
“
T
om,
do
y
ou
h
a
ve
t
o
s
a
y
the
f
i
r
s
t
thi
n
g
that
po
p
s
in
t
o
y
our
head
eve
r
y
s
i
ng
le
tim
e
.
F
or
goodn
es
s
sake,
J
or
d
a
n
’
s
d
o
i
n
g
the
b
e
st
she
can.
A
nd
I
for
one
happen
t
o think
the
chicken
t
as
t
e
s
deli
c
ious
.
”

J
or
d
a
n
s
m
i
le
d
ove
r
he
r
w
i
n
e.
“
D
o
w
n
g
irl
.
T
o
m
’
s
j
u
st bei
ng
hon
e
s
t
.
I
nee
d
to
k
n
o
w
wha
t
wor
k
s
an
d
wha
t
do
e
s
n
’
t
befor
e
I
h
a
v
e
a
ho
u
s
e
f
u
l
l
o
f
g
u
e
st
s
an
d
comp
l
ain
t
s
a
b
out
th
e
food
.
”

I
n
a
n
at
t
em
p
t
to
mak
e
amen
d
s
,
T
o
m
offered
,
“
I
d
o
love
th
i
s
bread
.
”

“
I
t
’
s
b
r
ioch
e
.
I
t
’
s
a
c
t
ua
l
ly
fairly
s
imple
t
o
mak
e
.
I
found the
recipe
in
one
of
Mo
m
’
s
old
cookboo
k
s
,
”
J
or
d
an
exp
l
ained.
“
D
o
y
ou
remember
when
we
were
k
i
d
s
th
os
e
appet
i
ze
r
s Mom u
s
ed
t
o
make
w
ith
B
is
quick
for our
sleepove
r
s
?”

“T
h
e
on
e
s
w
it
h
por
k
sa
u
s
a
g
e
an
d
c
rea
m
che
es
e
?
O
h
,
God
,
I
remembe
r
.
T
h
o
s
e
migh
t
mak
e
a
n
in
t
er
e
s
t
i
ng
brea
k
fas
t
d
i
s
h
fo
r
th
e
buf
f
e
t
.
A
n
d
the
y
wer
e
supe
r
s
impl
e
to
thro
w
t
o
gethe
r
.
”

“
A
unt
Soph
i
a
’
s
dr
e
ss
er
loo
k
s
good
in
the
room
w
ith
the b
a
y
w
indo
w
,
do
n
’t
y
ou
think?”

E
l
len
could
n
’t
help
n
o
tice
that
J
or
d
an
pra
c
tica
l
ly beamed.
I
t
had
t
o
be
beca
u
s
e
the
ho
u
s
e
w
as
s
t
a
r
ti
n
g
t
o
ta
ke
shap
e
.