Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (193 page)

For the next
two hours, Jordan played anything and everything from Elton John tunes to Tchaikovsky, keeping everyone in stitches as she periodically stopped long enough to tell silly jokes.

“
W
h
y
do
p
o
t
a
t
o
e
s
make
good
de
t
e
c
tiv
e
s
?”
J
or
d
an
asked, before
w
aiti
n
g
a
beat
t
o
deliver
the
punch
lin
e
.
“
Beca
u
s
e
they keep
their
e
y
e
s
peeled.
O
k
a
y
,
old
jok
e
.
”
S
he
looked
over
at
T
om
and
n
o
ticed
he
w
as
noddi
n
g
of
f
.
“
U
h
-
oh,
loo
k
s
l
i
ke
I
’
m l
o
s
i
n
g
t
wen
t
y-f
i
v
e
-percent
of
m
y
audienc
e
.
”

T
o
m
jumpe
d
a
w
ake
,
sha
k
i
n
g
of
f
the
dre
g
s
of
slee
p
.
“So
r
r
y
,
bu
t
I
’
m
a
b
ou
t
don
e
i
n
.
I
t
w
as
a
l
l
tha
t
f
u
r
ni
t
ure
mo
v
i
n
g
.
”

“
Y
o
u
mea
n
a
l
l
tha
t
su
r
fi
n
g
,
”
E
l
len
co
r
re
c
t
ed.

“
L
oo
k
,
whe
n
I
s
t
a
r
t
fa
l
l
i
ng
aslee
p
s
i
t
t
i
ng
u
p
i
t
s
a
y
s
I
’
ve
ha
d
t
o
o
muc
h
w
i
n
e
.
”
H
e
s
t
oo
d
u
p
.
“
I
t
’
s
bee
n
f
u
n
k
i
d
s
,
but
I
’
m
of
f
to
bed
.
”

E
l
le
n
s
t
oo
d
u
p
t
o
o,
y
a
w
n
e
d
an
d
arche
d
he
r
bac
k
.
“
I
’
m
an
x
io
u
s
to
t
r
y
ou
t
ou
r
roo
m
an
d
tha
t
bed
.
I
’
m
pac
k
i
n
g
it in
,
t
o
o
.
”

“
P
a
r
t
y
poope
r
s
,
”
J
or
d
an
said
t
o
their
bac
k
s,
as
she
s
t
a
r
t
ed co
l
le
c
ti
n
g
their
em
p
t
y
w
ine
g
l
a
ss
e
s
t
o
t
a
ke
t
o
the
k
i
t
chen.
N
ick
p
icked
up
h
i
s
em
p
t
y
beer
b
o
ttle
and
fo
l
lowed
he
r
.

“
D
o
n
’t
y
ou
owe
me
a
su
r
p
r
is
e?”
she
asked
casua
l
ly
as she
loaded
the
d
i
s
h
w
asher
w
ith
their
g
l
a
ss
e
s.

H
e
g
r
inned.
“
Thought
y
ou
’
d
forg
o
tt
en
.
”

“
A
woman
n
e
ver forgets the prom
i
s
e
of a su
r
p
r
is
e
.
”

H
e
w
a
l
k
ed
t
o
w
ard
the
l
aund
r
y
room,
pau
s
i
n
g
when
he g
o
t
near
the
up
r
ight
f
reezer
in
the
co
r
ne
r
.
F
rom
the
s
ide,
he ret
r
i
e
ved
a
l
arge
box
f
rom
its
hidi
n
g
p
l
ac
e
.
S
he
s
t
ood
m
es
merized
at
the
g
e
s
t
ure
as
he
dr
a
g
ged
the
thi
n
g
over
t
o
where
she s
t
ood
near
the
doo
r
w
a
y
.
I
t
w
a
s
n
’t
w
r
a
pped. Reco
g
nizi
n
g the
log
o
,
her
hand
flew
t
o
her
mouth.
S
he
s
t
ared
in
a
we
at the
b
o
x
con
t
aini
n
g
the
M
a
u
v
iel
copper
coo
k
w
are
s
et
sh
e
’
d cove
t
ed
for
over
t
wo
y
ea
r
s.
A
n
y
other
woman
might
be
let
do
wn
a
t
get
t
i
n
g
pan
s
a
s
a
g
if
t
,
but
n
o
t
J
or
d
an.
S
he
dug
in
t
o the
box
as
if
it
were
C
h
r
i
stmas
mo
r
ni
n
g
.
“
Oh,
m
y
God,
how did
y
ou
k
now?”