Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (208 page)

A
t
the
doo
r
,
she
pa
u
s
ed
and
s
t
ared
at
the
man
s
t
andi
n
g
a
t
th
e
s
t
ov
e
.
W
h
i
l
e
J
or
d
a
n
an
d
H
u
t
t
o
n
ha
d
showered
,
N
ick
ha
d
f
i
x
ed
macaroni
and
che
es
e
and
put
a
gou
r
met
f
rozen
p
i
z
za
on
t
o
bak
e
.
H
e
w
as
in
the
proc
e
s
s
of
ta
k
i
n
g
the
p
i
z
za out
of
the
oven
when
J
or
d
an
appeared
ca
r
r
y
i
n
g
the
b
a
by
on her
hi
p
.

H
er
hair
w
as
st
il
l
we
t
.
S
he
wore
sho
r
ts
and
a
T
-shi
r
t
and the
b
a
by
wore
s
ome
pu
r
ple
romper
thi
n
g
.
H
e
s
t
opped
lo
n
g enough
t
o
g
a
p
e
.
The
woman
looked
a
bs
olu
t
ely
am
a
zi
n
g
.

The man n
e
ver cea
s
ed
t
o as
t
on
i
sh he
r
, she though
t
, as
she
t
ook
one
look
at
the
p
l
a
t
e
of
macaroni
and
che
e
s
e, already
d
i
shed
out
and
cooli
n
g
on
the
ta
bl
e
.
S
he
s
ettled
the b
a
by
in
her
chai
r
,
s
e
c
ured
the
tr
a
y
in
p
l
ace
and
g
a
ve
her
a spoon,
which
H
ut
t
on
promptly
d
i
s
carded
and
went
t
o
eati
n
g
w
ith
her
fi
n
ge
r
s.

T
h
unde
r
r
umble
d
i
n
th
e
d
i
s
t
anc
e
an
d
mad
e
H
u
t
t
on
sh
r
ie
k
.
“
L
oud!”

“
I
t
’
s
o
k
a
y
,
s
weeti
e
.
I
t
’
s
j
u
st
thunde
r
.
”

J
or
d
an
g
a
zed
at
the
f
rozen
p
i
z
za.
I
t
w
a
s
n
’t
what
h
e
’
d f
i
x
ed
but
r
a
ther
that
h
e
’
d
t
a
ken
the
init
i
a
tive
t
o
prepare dinner
wh
i
le
sh
e
’
d
been
bu
s
y
w
ith
H
ut
t
on.

“T
h
i
s
loo
k
s
good,
N
ic
k
.
T
h
an
k
s
.
”

“
N
o
problem.
I
would
h
a
ve
ca
l
led
for
delive
r
y
,
bu
t
…
”

“T
here
i
s
n
’t
a
n
y
,
”
she
fin
i
shed
for
him
muff
l
i
n
g
a
chuckl
e
.
S
he
dug
out
paper
p
l
a
t
e
s
f
rom
the
pant
r
y
and
be
g
an
t
o
s
et out
nap
k
ins
and
u
t
ens
i
l
s
on
the
k
i
t
chen
coun
t
e
r
.

“
I
’
m
pret
t
y
s
elf-suff
i
c
ient
in
the
k
i
t
chen
as
lo
n
g
as
it
’
s out of a box or the
f
reeze
r
.
W
ant a beer?”

Remembe
r
i
n
g
they
u
sua
l
ly
t
ook
t
u
r
ns
w
ith
brea
k
fast
du
t
y
,
she
wondered
w
h
y
he
w
as
bei
n
g
s
o
mod
e
s
t
.
H
i
s
pancak
e
s
t
a
s
t
e
d
bet
t
e
r
tha
n
he
r
s
.
“
S
ur
e
.
I
coul
d
thro
w
a
sa
l
ad
t
o
gether
t
o
go
w
ith
the
p
i
z
za
.
”

H
e
reached
in
the
f
r
idge
and
t
ook
out
t
wo
bee
r
s.
W
ith a
nod of h
i
s head,
he g
e
s
t
ured
t
o
the bow
l
s
on the coun
t
e
r
.
“
G
o
t
it
covered
.
”

“
Y
ou
’
re
pret
t
y
handy
in
the
k
i
t
chen,
M
r
.
H
a
r
r
i
s.
Y
ou
did
a
l
l
th
i
s
wh
i
l
e
w
e
showered
.
”

“
G
ive
me
a
mi
c
ro
w
a
ve
and
I
’
m
in
m
y
elemen
t
.
A
nd b
e
s
id
e
s,
we
g
u
y
s
do
n
’t
t
a
ke
as
lo
n
g
in
the
shower
as
y
ou women
.
”
N
ick
found
a
p
i
z
za
c
ut
t
e
r
,
c
ut
the
p
ie
in
t
o
neat t
r
i
a
ng
l
e
s,
s
et
it
down
on
the
coun
t
er
be
t
ween
them.

“
W
a
t
c
h
i
t
,
”
sh
e
sai
d
jo
v
i
a
l
l
y
,
“
T
h
ere
were
t
wo
of
us
and more
di
r
t
per
s
quare
inch
.
”
S
he
t
ook
a
pull
on
her
bee
r
.
“
T
h
is
loo
k
s
deli
c
ious.
I
think
we
a
l
l
worked
up
qui
t
e
an
appeti
t
e th
i
s
af
t
e
r
noon
.
”
S
he
p
icked
up
a
slice
of
p
i
z
za
and
t
ook
a
b
i
te
.
“
A
hh, n
o
thi
n
g l
i
ke
p
i
z
za
for good old
comfo
r
t food
.
”