Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (190 page)

H
oldi
n
g
up
the
helme
t
,
T
om
t
u
r
ned
t
o
E
l
len
and
g
a
ve
it h
i
s
b
e
st
sh
ot
.
“
O
k
a
y
,
b
a
b
y
,
what
do
y
ou
s
a
y
we
go
for
a
r
ide on
th
i
s
bad
m
o
ther?
A
H
arle
y
,
E
l
len,
come
on
.
”

E
l
len
s
t
ood
up
and
w
a
l
k
ed
down
a
few
s
t
e
p
s.
“
P
rom
i
s
e
y
ou
wo
n
’t
do
a
n
y
thi
n
g
c
r
a
zy?”

H
e
pu
t
a
hu
r
t
loo
k
o
n
h
i
s
fac
e.
“
M
e
?
Y
ou
’
r
e
saf
e
w
ith
me
,
E
l
le
n
.
Y
o
u
k
n
o
w
tha
t
.
”
H
e
hel
d
ou
t
h
i
s
han
d
an
d
she
w
a
l
k
e
d
th
e
r
e
s
t
o
f
th
e
w
a
y
do
w
n
th
e
s
t
e
p
s
t
a
k
i
ng
th
e
helmet
f
ro
m
hi
m
.

“
O
k
a
y
,
but
I
bet
t
er
come
back
in
one
p
iec
e
.
I
’
d
ha
t
e
t
o exp
l
ain
t
o
the
boys
how
their
mother
c
racked
a
t
a
i
lbone
on the
asphalt
fa
l
li
n
g
off
a
m
o
t
or
c
y
cl
e
.
”

T
om
w
inked
at
N
ic
k
.
“
I
f
the
wo
r
s
e
happens,
I
died a
happy
death
on
a
H
arle
y
.
”
W
hen
E
l
len
g
a
ve
him
a
b
l
ank s
t
are,
he
s
imply
shook
h
i
s
head
and
c
r
a
wled
on
the
bi
k
e
.

J
or
d
an
w
at
ched
as
they
headed
do
w
n
the
d
r
ive
w
a
y
t
o
w
ard
the
road.
“
I
ca
n
’t
beli
e
ve
he
ta
l
k
ed
her
in
t
o
get
t
i
n
g on
that
thi
n
g
.
S
h
e
’
s
a
b
ig
old
’
f
raidy
ca
t
,
pure
and
s
imple, would
n
’t
e
ven
t
r
y
a
s
k
a
t
eboard
when
we
were
k
i
d
s
.
”

N
ick
could
n
’t
r
es
i
s
t
.
“
A
nd
y
ou
would?”

“
Y
ou
bet
and
I
’
ve
g
o
t
the
s
ca
r
s
on
m
y
k
ne
e
s
t
o
prove
i
t
.
”
H
e
t
oo
k
a
slo
w
ga
z
e
u
p
an
d
do
w
n
he
r
le
g
s
,
li
n
gered lo
ng
enoug
h
o
n
he
r
t
r
im
,
f
i
t
w
a
i
s
t
,
s
e
ttle
d
o
n
he
r
hi
p
s
and
th
e
sho
r
t
s
sh
e
wor
e
an
d
the
n
pu
r
p
os
el
y
s
t
are
d
a
t
he
r
k
n
e
e
s.
“
I
do
n
’
t
s
e
e
a
n
y
s
ca
r
s
s
o
I
g
u
es
s
whe
n
the
y
ge
t
bac
k
,
y
ou’
l
l
j
u
s
t
h
a
v
e
to
prov
e
i
t
.
”

“
Y
ou
’
r
e
j
u
s
t
a
rea
l
ba
d
a
s
s
o
n
a
H
arle
y
,
are
n
’
t
y
ou,
N
ic
k
H
a
r
r
i
s
?”

H
e
g
r
inned
at
that
as
the
bi
ke
roared
its
w
a
y
back
up
the d
r
ive
w
a
y
.
E
l
len
s
wa
g
gered
off.
“
T
h
at
w
as
f
un.
A
nd
we
did
n
’t end
up
as
a
sp
l
a
t
on
the
road,
eithe
r
.
”

U
n
s
n
ap
p
i
n
g
h
i
s
helme
t
,
T
om
t
old
N
ic
k
,
“
I
t
old
y
ou
I could
handle
i
t
.
”