Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (209 page)

D
ig
g
i
n
g
in,
he
s
m
i
led.
“
I
t
i
s
n
’t
as
good
as
y
ou
r
s,
but
th
i
s brand
i
s
the
b
e
st
f
rozen
p
i
z
za
on
the
marke
t
.
I
’
m
su
r
p
r
is
ed
M
u
r
p
h
y
s
t
oc
k
s
i
t
.
I
t’
l
l
do
in
a
p
inch
when
y
ou
’
re
in
a
hu
r
r
y or
s
t
a
r
v
i
n
g
.
”

A
t
tha
t
momen
t
,
thunde
r
r
umble
d
ag
ain
,
th
i
s
time loude
r
.
“
S
t
o
r
m
’
s
get
ti
ng
cl
o
s
e
r
.
I
hop
e
th
e
roo
f
hol
d
s
.
I
did
th
e
b
e
s
t
I
coul
d
w
it
h
th
e
sp
o
t
t
y
pa
t
chi
ng
jo
b
,
”
h
e
a
s
sured
he
r
,
a
s
an
o
the
r
w
a
v
e
o
f
thunde
r
roare
d
overhead
,
th
i
s
time sha
k
i
ng
th
e
ho
u
s
e.

H
ut
t
on
sh
r
ieked
a
g
ain
and
put
her
han
d
s
over
her
ea
r
s, which
spread che
e
s
y s
t
uff
t
o her clean
hai
r
.
“
L
oud!”

N
ick
rea
s
sured
H
ut
t
on,
“Thunde
r
’
s
j
u
st
clou
d
s
bum
p
i
n
g
t
ogethe
r
.
I
t’
l
l
be
o
k
a
y
.
I
t
might
j
u
st
blow
over
or
we
might
s
ee
s
o
me
rain.
T
h
e
flowe
r
s
need
the
rain
.
”

“R
ain
,
”
H
u
t
t
o
n
repea
t
ed.

A
s they
a
t
e
their
meal,
the
rain
held
of
f
.
B
ut
by
the
time they
g
o
t
an
exhaus
t
ed
H
ut
t
on
t
o
bed
and
s
t
epped
out
on
t
o the
f
ront
porch,
fat
dro
p
s
of
the
wet
s
t
uff
be
g
an
t
o
fa
l
l
in ea
r
n
e
s
t
.
They
w
a
t
ched
as
lightni
n
g
streaked
a
c
r
o
s
s
the
night s
k
y
in
the
d
i
s
t
anc
e
.
“
L
oo
k
s
l
i
ke
w
e
’
re
in
for
a
s
t
o
r
m
y
nigh
t
.
”

“
L
oo
k
s
li
ke
.
”
T
h
ey
were
n
’t
g
o
i
n
g
t
o
d
i
s
c
u
s
s
the
weather
a
g
ain,
were
they?
J
or
d
an
wondered.
S
h
e
’
d
already
made
up
he
r
mind
.
“
I
h
a
v
e
s
p
ic
e
cak
e
lef
t
over
f
rom
y
e
s
t
er
d
a
y
.
W
ould
y
ou
l
i
ke
a
slice
w
ith
s
ome
cof
f
ee?”

“
S
ur
e
.
I
f
w
e
ca
n
h
a
v
e
i
t
i
n
f
ron
t
o
f
th
e
fir
e
.
”

S
he
headed
back
in
s
ide
and
he
fo
l
lowed.
W
h
i
le
she d
i
sappeared
in
t
o
the
k
itc
hen,
N
ick
went
t
o
the
li
v
in
g
room
t
o s
t
a
r
t
a
fir
e
.
The
rain
p
icked
up
as
it
beat
do
w
n
on
the
recently pa
t
ched
roof.
“
I
hope
l
i
ke
he
l
l
the
pa
t
ch
job
hol
d
s
.
”

“
D
o
w
e
nee
d
to
ge
t
ou
t
th
e
bucke
t
s
j
u
s
t
i
n
ca
s
e?”
J
or
d
a
n
t
e
a
s
ed
,
a
s
sh
e
w
a
l
ke
d
i
n
ca
r
r
y
i
ng
a
t
r
a
y
l
ade
n
w
ith
cak
e
an
d
cof
f
e
e.

“
I
t
might
n
o
t
be
a
bad
idea
as
bac
k
u
p
.
”
H
e
sat
down
next
t
o
her
on
the
s
ofa,
p
icked
up
a
for
k
,
t
ook
a
generous
mouth
f
u
l
o
f
cak
e
.
“
G
od
,
th
i
s
s
tuf
f
i
s
addi
c
t
iv
e
.
Y
ou
r
d
e
ss
e
r
ts
ar
e
the
rea
s
on
I
’
ve
g
ained
five
poun
d
s
over
the
l
ast
few
wee
k
s
.
”