Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (214 page)

“T
h
at
’
s
the
idea.
L
et
g
o
,
N
ic
k
.
Think
of
me,
j
u
st
m
e
.
”

H
ead
t
o
t
oe,
body
t
o
bod
y
,
J
or
d
an
t
ook
control.
I
t
w
as her
t
u
r
n
t
o
sample
and
t
as
t
e
as
she
worked
her
w
a
y
do
w
n
h
i
s ch
e
st
and
be
l
l
y
,
le
a
v
i
n
g
s
weet
k
i
s
se
s
on
the
s
ca
r
s
h
e
’
d
fi
na
l
ly r
e
vealed
but
did
n
’t
w
ant
t
o
ta
l
k
a
bou
t
.
W
hen
she
t
ook
him in
t
o
her
mouth,
she
k
new
h
e
’
d
fina
l
ly
let
go
when
she
heard the
g
roan
of
pleasure
over
and
over
ag
ai
n
.

A
nd
at
lo
n
g
l
as
t
,
N
ick
let
her
shel
t
er
him
f
rom
a
l
l
the regret
of
the
past
y
ea
r
,
as
he
once
a
g
ain
l
o
st
him
s
elf comple
t
el
y
,
in
J
or
d
an.

The first thing
she realized when she opened her eyes was that the storm had passed. Sunshine drifted through the curtains, instantly warming the room. The second thing she noticed was that the space beside her was empty. She sighed. After a night of lovemaking he’d run again like a scared rabbit. She glanced at the clock, six-thirty. Had Hutton slept late? Tilting her head to one side, she listened for any signs of Hutton’s movement through the baby monitor. When she didn’t hear a sound she decided to take the opportunity of golden silence and jump in the shower.

F
if
t
een
minu
t
e
s
l
at
er
she
w
a
l
k
ed
in
t
o
the
k
i
t
che
n
.
T
h
ere
w
as
H
u
t
t
o
n
s
i
t
t
i
n
g
i
n
he
r
hig
h
chai
r
s
t
uff
i
n
g
her
face
w
ith bluebe
r
r
y
pancak
e
s.
N
ick
sat
at
the
t
a
ble
wor
k
i
n
g
h
i
s
w
a
y through
h
i
s
o
w
n
sho
r
t
s
t
ac
k
.
W
hen
he
looked
u
p
,
caught
her s
t
andi
n
g
there
in
the
doo
r
w
a
y
,
h
i
s
hea
r
t
felt
l
i
ke
it
f
l
ipped
in h
i
s
ch
e
s
t
.
H
e
might
h
a
ve
been
t
o
r
n
be
t
ween
r
unni
n
g
and
t
e
l
li
n
g
her
the
t
r
uth
but
he
k
new
one
thi
n
g
.
H
e
w
as
a
l
l
the
w
a
y in
love
w
ith
he
r
.
S
ho
o
ti
n
g
her
a
g
r
in,
he
dr
a
wled,
“
M
o
r
ni
n
g
, sleepyhead.
W
ant
brea
k
fast?”

H
e
s
t
a
r
t
e
d to
ge
t
u
p
bu
t
sh
e
m
o
tione
d
fo
r
hi
m to
s
t
a
y
s
e
a
t
ed
.
A
ft
e
r
pou
r
i
ng
a
c
u
p
o
f
cof
f
ee
,
sh
e
wen
t
ove
r
to
hi
m
.
A
ft
e
r
ki
ss
i
ng
hi
m
hand
i
l
y
o
n
th
e
mouth
,
sh
e
worked
he
r
w
a
y
be
t
wee
n
hi
m
an
d
th
e
ta
ble
,
st
r
ad
d
li
ng
h
i
s
l
a
p
.
S
h
e
wh
i
spere
d
i
n
h
i
s
ea
r
,
“
W
he
n
d
o
w
e
ge
t
to
d
o
wha
t
w
e
did
t
w
o
hou
r
s
a
g
o
…ag
ain?”

C
on
s
ide
r
i
n
g
wha
t
the
y
ha
d
don
e
t
o
eac
h
o
the
r
earlie
r,
h
e
nibble
d
he
r
ea
r
an
d
throa
t
.
N
ee
d
sp
r
a
n
g
t
o
lif
e
in
s
ide hi
m
.
H
i
s
hea
r
t
raced
.
“
F
i
r
s
t
chanc
e
w
e
ge
t
.
H
u
t
t
o
n
’
s
nap
i
s
whe
n
exa
c
tly?”