Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (19 page)

“
Ma
y
one,
huh?
Ther
e
’
s
st
il
l
tim
e
.
H
ow
a
bout
th
i
s
?
I
’
l
l read
y
our
plum
b
i
n
g
boo
k
,
s
ee
w
h
at
I
can
do
t
o
get
the
hou
s
e ready
and
w
e
’
l
l
t
a
ke
it
f
rom
ther
e
.
”
H
e
s
t
ood
u
p
.
“
W
h
y
do
n
’t
y
ou
show
me
around,
show
me
where
t
o
s
t
a
r
t—af
t
er
the
porc
h
tha
t
i
s
.
”

S
he
s
t
a
r
t
ed
w
ith
a
w
a
l
k
around
the
g
roun
d
s.
T
o
he
r
,
it
w
as
bet
t
er
if
she
showed
him
the
hidden
cove
below
the
cliff, the
beach,
the
g
roun
d
s,
ho
p
i
n
g
h
e
’
d
s
ee
the
po
t
ent
i
a
l
of
the p
l
ace
r
ight
off
r
a
ther
than
hitti
n
g
him
over
the
head
w
ith a
l
l
the
work
that
needed
d
o
i
n
g
in
s
ide
the
hou
s
e
.
F
or
s
ome rea
s
on
it
became
a
l
l
impo
r
t
ant
t
o
get
him
on
board
w
ith
s
eei
n
g
th
e
ho
u
s
e
a
s
a
le
g
iti
ma
t
e
B
&
B
an
d
a
l
l
i
t
ha
d
t
o
of
f
e
r
.

S
ince
h
e
’
d
already
dug
around
in
the
b
l
ac
k
-hole
-
f
il
led
g
ar
a
ge
fi
r
sthand
and
s
ince
sh
e
’
d
p
o
in
t
ed
out
the
g
ar
a
ge
apa
r
tment
earlie
r
,
they
b
y
pa
s
s
ed
that
and
c
r
o
s
s
ed
a
g
ra
s
s
y
cou
r
t
y
ard.
The
quad
included
an
ou
t
door
eati
n
g
area
s
et
up
w
ith
s
e
ve
r
al
t
eak
ta
bl
e
s
a
l
l
spo
r
ti
n
g
a
v
a
r
ie
t
y
of
colo
rf
ul
umbrel
l
as.
F
lower
be
d
s
f
il
led
w
ith
an
a
s
s
o
r
tment
of
moonbeam
cor
e
o
psi
s,
d
a
y
l
i
li
e
s,
l
an
k
y
bromel
i
a
d
s,
and
pu
r
ple
peoni
e
s
lined the
w
a
l
k
w
a
y
s,
bu
r
sti
n
g
w
ith
color
and
f
r
a
g
ranc
e
.
T
h
e
p
l
ace
looke
d
l
i
k
e
a
s
na
p
sh
ot
ou
t
o
f
a
g
arde
n
m
a
g
a
zin
e
.

“
H
o
w
ma
n
y
a
c
r
e
s
?
”
N
ic
k
aske
d
t
r
y
i
n
g
t
o
tak
e
i
n
the
p
i
c
t
ur
e
s
qu
e
s
e
t
t
i
n
g
.

“
F
if
t
een
,
”
she
ad
v
is
ed,
as
she
continued
down
a
we
l
l-wo
r
n
path,
past
bl
oss
om-
l
aden
do
g
woo
d
s
and
m
a
g
nol
i
as, sh
r
ub
v
in
e
s
f
il
led
w
ith
plump
w
i
ld
b
l
ackbe
r
r
i
e
s
and
str
a
wbe
r
r
i
e
s
j
u
st
be
g
inni
n
g
t
o
r
ipen.
J
or
d
an
led
the
w
a
y
fo
l
lo
w
i
n
g an
o
ther
tra
i
l
through
the
g
rove
of
c
y
pr
es
s
tre
e
s
before
reachi
n
g
the
cliff
where
they
be
g
an
their
d
e
s
cent
down
t
o
the
cove and
the
beach.

The
h
i
ke
do
w
n
the
s
ide
of
the
cliff
w
as
s
t
eep
and
in
t
imi
da
t
in
g
but
the
s
t
e
p
s
bu
i
lt
in
t
o
the
s
ide
of
the
slope
made
the climb
do
w
n
much
ea
s
ie
r
.

A
s
they
s
t
a
r
t
ed
do
w
n,
a
little
pa
n
g
hit
J
or
d
a
n
’
s
hea
r
t when
she
remembered
how
lo
n
g
it
had
ta
ken
Sc
o
t
t
t
o
bu
i
ld the
wooden
s
t
e
p
s
in
t
o
the
s
ide
of
the
rough
t
e
r
rai
n
.
H
e
’
d spent
months
on
the
proje
c
t
be
f
ore
addi
n
g
the
iron-
p
ipe
ra
i
li
n
g
j
u
st
wee
k
s
before
h
i
s
unit
had
been
ca
l
led
up
t
o
le
a
ve
for
I
raq.
O
ver
her
shoulde
r
,
she
reminded
N
ic
k
,
“
Be
sure
t
o
hold on
t
o
the
ra
i
li
n
g
.
The
fo
o
ti
n
g
here
i
s
t
ougher
than
it
loo
k
s and
e
ven
the
m
o
st
s
ea
s
oned
h
i
ker
can
s
ome
t
im
e
s
get
a
little
w
i
nded
.
”
S
he
hoped
he
w
a
s
n
’t
insul
t
ed
by
the
reminde
r
.

B
u
t
sh
e
ha
d
n
o
s
o
one
r
g
o
t
t
e
n
th
e
wor
d
s
ou
t
tha
n
she
g
l
anced
back
and
n
o
ticed
he
looked
as
if
he
might
be
h
a
v
i
n
g
s
ome
s
o
r
t
of
panic
at
t
ac
k
.
H
i
s
face
had
t
u
r
ned
a
c
l
am
m
y
g
r
a
y as
bea
d
s
of
pe
r
s
p
ir
a
tion
fo
r
med
on
h
i
s
forehead.
“
Y
ou
o
k
a
y?”

“
I
’
m f
i
ne
,
” he
who
o
shed
ou
t
.

W
hen
she
reached
the
l
ast
s
t
e
p
,
J
or
d
an
jumped
on
t
o
the lo
o
s
e,
sandy
so
i
l
and
looked
back
at
N
ic
k
,
who
s
t
ood
on
the
l
a
s
t
s
t
e
p
a
littl
e
breathl
e
s
s.

L
i
ke
a
bubbly
t
our
g
uide,
J
or
d
an
hit
the
high
p
o
ints, an
x
ious
t
o
show
off
what
the
p
l
ace
offered.
S
he
spread
her a
r
ms
out
and
said,
“
N
ick
H
a
r
r
i
s
meet
T
h
e
C
ove,
fo
r
t
y
y
ar
d
s of
p
r
i
stine
p
r
i
v
a
t
e
beach
hidden
a
w
a
y
f
rom
public
acc
es
s
that no
o
ther
hou
s
e
in
the
area
of
f
e
r
s.
T
h
i
s
p
l
ace
i
s
ideal
for
su
r
f
i
n
g
,
whal
e
w
a
t
chi
n
g
,
p
i
c
nic
k
i
n
g
.
W
ha
t
w
it
h
s
i
x
g
u
e
s
t
rooms,
which
i
s
more
than
m
o
st
B
&
B
s
offe
r
,
and
w
ith
beach
acc
es
s,
s
omethi
n
g
e
ven
s
ome
of
the
l
arger
h
o
t
e
l
s
in
S
an
t
a
C
r
uz
do
n
’t of
f
e
r
,
I
should
n
’t
h
a
ve
a
problem
kee
p
i
n
g
th
i
s
p
l
ace
f
u
l
l du
r
i
n
g
the
summe
r
.
A
t
least
that
’
s
what
I
’
m
ho
p
i
n
g
.
”