Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (210 page)

E
y
ei
n
g
h
i
s
t
r
i
m
w
a
i
s
t
,
sh
e
l
a
ughed
.
“
Y
o
u
coul
d
u
s
e
th
e
weigh
t
,
S
l
i
m
.
Y
o
u
do
n
’
t
exa
c
tl
y
h
a
v
e
a
l
o
t
o
f
e
x
c
e
s
s
ma
s
s
o
n
y
ou
,
”
sh
e
said
,
reachi
n
g
fo
r
he
r
o
w
n
p
l
a
te
.
S
h
e
forke
d
ove
r
s
om
e
o
f
th
e
cak
e
an
d
concluded
,
“
A
s
w
ith
e
ve
r
y
thi
n
g
y
o
u
do
aroun
d
her
e
I
h
a
v
e
e
ve
r
y
con
f
idence
i
n
th
e
jo
b
y
o
u
di
d
o
n
th
e
roof
.
”

T
h
ei
r
e
y
e
s
me
t
.
“
Y
ou
r
belie
f
i
n
m
e
i
s…remar
k
able―an
d
ne
w
.
”

“Someho
w
I
dou
b
t
tha
t
.
”

“
Once
upon
a
time,
I
w
as
coc
k
y
.
L
a
t
el
y
,
n
o
t
s
o
much
.
”
H
e
reached
over
and
ran
a
fi
n
ger
alo
n
g
her
chee
k
.
“
H
a
ve
y
ou a
n
y idea
how
beauti
f
ul
y
ou
are,
J
or
d
an?”

S
he
s
m
i
led
as
she
p
icked
up
h
i
s
hand,
lightly
k
i
ss
i
n
g each
one
of
h
i
s
fi
n
ge
r
s.
“
Y
our
p
ic
k
up
lin
e
s
need
a
little
wor
k
.
”

“
Y
ou
’
re
perce
p
tiv
e
.
T
h
at
’
s
j
u
st
one
of
the
thi
n
g
s
I
l
i
ke
a
bout
y
ou
.
”
H
e
leaned
over
and
t
ouched
h
i
s
li
p
s
t
o
he
r
s.
S
he
t
as
t
ed
l
i
ke
s
p
ic
e
.
The
k
is
s
w
as
t
ende
r
,
gentle,
li
p
s
lightly
t
ouchi
n
g
.
Then
as
if
control
fi
n
a
l
ly
s
n
a
pped,
he
t
ook
the
k
i
s
s deeper
and
felt
J
or
d
an
melt
in
t
o
h
i
s
ch
e
s
t
.

“
D
amn
,
”
he
g
roaned
and
s
t
a
r
t
ed
t
o
pull
a
w
a
y
.
“
I
should
n
’
t
h
a
v
e
don
e
tha
t
.
”

Re
f
u
s
i
ng
to
g
iv
e
i
n
to
defea
t
th
i
s
ti
me
,
sh
e
pu
l
led
h
i
s
hea
d
bac
k
do
w
n
to
he
r
,
t
e
a
s
e
d
h
i
s
mout
h
ope
n
ag
ain
w
it
h
he
r
t
o
n
g
u
e.
H
u
n
ge
r
g
n
a
we
d
i
n
he
r
be
ll
y
.
“
D
o
n
’
t
r
u
n t
onigh
t
,
N
ic
k
.
Do
n
’
t
loc
k
y
ou
r
s
el
f
a
w
a
y
f
ro
m
m
e
ag
ai
n
.
”
T
o
ligh
t
e
n
th
e
momen
t
,
sh
e
t
e
a
s
ed
,
“
M
y
eg
o
ca
n
’
t
han
dl
e
a
n
y
mor
e
r
e
je
c
t
io
n
.
”

B
u
t
th
e
loo
k
i
n
h
i
s
e
y
e
s
t
o
l
d
he
r
h
e
w
a
s
n
’
t
get
ti
n
g
the
jok
e
.
“
D
o
n
’
t
y
o
u
unde
r
s
t
and
?
T
h
i
s
i
s
k
i
l
l
i
n
g
m
e
beca
u
s
e I
wan
t
y
ou
,
bu
t
..
.
”

“
I
’
ve
been
ready
for
s
ome
time,
N
ic
k
.
I
j
u
st
h
a
ve
n
’t
been
a
ble
t
o
co
n
v
ince
y
ou
.
”
W
hen
she
s
a
w
h
i
s
brow
c
rea
s
e,
she dr
a
wled,
“
D
o
n
’t
think
it
t
o
death,
N
ic
k
.
T
r
u
st
me
on
th
i
s
.
”