Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (23 page)

I
ns
t
ead,
he
w
an
t
ed
t
o
k
no
w
,
“
J
or
d
an,
where
do
y
ou
and the
b
a
by
sleep?”

“
D
owns
t
ai
r
s.
There
are
t
wo
bedrooms
off
the
f
ront
of the
hou
s
e
.
I
’
l
l
show
y
ou
the
r
e
st
of
the
downs
t
ai
r
s
as
s
oon
as
H
u
t
t
o
n
w
ak
e
s
u
p
.
”

S
he
opened
one
of
the
F
rench
doo
r
s.
T
h
ey
b
o
th
s
t
epped out
on
t
o
a
lo
n
g
,
wooden
deck
r
unni
n
g
the
le
n
g
th
of
the
back of
the
ho
u
s
e
.
The
ocean
breeze
ins
t
antly
made
an
impa
c
t
. The
cooli
n
g
,
aroma
t
ic
w
ind
r
u
stled
through
the
colo
r
f
ul
p
o
ts of
flowe
r
s
lined
up
alo
n
g
the
w
a
l
l
where
patio
chai
r
s
w
ai
t
ed for
g
u
e
sts
t
o
s
it
out
s
ide
a
n
d
either
enjoy
a
sun
s
et
or
m
a
ybe s
t
ar
ga
ze
through
the
t
el
es
cope
already
p
o
in
t
ed
s
k
yw
ard.

“T
h
at
’
s
s
ome
v
ie
w
,
”
N
ick
remarked,
as
once
ag
ain,
he f
il
led
h
i
s
lu
n
g
s
w
ith
the
s
me
l
l
s
f
rom
the
ocea
n
.
I
t
w
as
ob
v
io
u
s
w
h
y
Sc
o
t
t
had
ta
l
k
ed
s
o
much
a
bout
hom
e
.
H
e
’
d
had
s
o
muc
h
t
o
com
e
bac
k
t
o
,
a
n
y
ma
n
wh
o
’
d
ha
d
a
l
l
o
f
th
i
s
w
ai
t
i
n
g would
h
a
ve
ta
l
k
ed
a
bout
it
nons
t
o
p
.

N
ick
had
n
o
thi
n
g
l
i
ke
th
i
s
back
in
L
.A
.,
n
o
t
e
ven
cl
o
s
e
.
N
o
t
th
i
s
woman,
ce
r
t
ainly
n
o
t
a
ch
i
ld.
N
o
thi
n
g
in
h
i
s
life rem
o
t
ely
r
e
s
embled
Sc
o
t
t
’
s.
F
or
wha
t
e
ver
rea
s
on,
N
ic
k
’
s life
had
been
spared
that
d
a
y
in
I
raq
wh
i
le
Sc
o
t
t
’
s
had
n
ot
.
I
t made
no
s
en
s
e
.
F
or
y
ea
r
s,
N
ick
had
d
i
s
t
anced
him
s
elf
f
rom
commitmen
t
,
f
ro
m
s
e
r
io
u
s
re
l
a
t
ionshi
p
s
wh
i
l
e
Sc
o
t
t
had
s
ettled
do
w
n,
made
a
life
here
w
ith
J
or
d
a
n
.
A
nd
for
what?

J
or
d
a
n
’
s
v
o
ice
brought
him
back
f
rom
qu
e
stions
w
ith
no an
s
we
r
s.

“T
he
s
ma
l
le
r
bedroom
s
a
c
r
o
s
s
th
e
ha
l
l
do
n
’
t
h
a
v
e
th
i
s
v
ie
w
,
of
cou
r
s
e,
but
they
’
re
nice
s
i
z
e
.
H
ope
f
u
l
ly
th
e
s
e
l
arger rooms
w
il
l
be
m
y
bread
and
but
t
e
r
.
”

N
ick
ke
p
t
h
i
s
though
t
s
t
o
him
s
elf
as
they
went
back in
s
ide,
do
w
n
a
lo
n
g
ha
l
l
w
a
y
where
he
n
o
ticed
three
of
the rooms
s
t
ood
em
p
t
y
.
H
e
wondered
how
she
in
t
ended
t
o
h
a
ve
g
u
e
sts
w
ithout
f
u
r
ni
t
ur
e
.
“
A
re
n
’t
y
ou
m
i
ss
i
n
g
s
omethi
n
g
in here?”

S
he
l
a
ughed
ne
r
vousl
y
.
“
I
w
an
t
ed
t
o
paint
each
o
f
the
bedrooms
a
dif
f
erent
color
s
o
the
y
’
d
h
a
v
e
their
o
w
n
spe
c
i
al them
e
.
”
S
he
s
m
i
led
t
en
t
a
tivel
y
.
“
N
ow
a
l
l
I
h
a
v
e
t
o
do
i
s come
up
w
ith
one
and
f
i
n
i
s
h
pain
t
i
n
g
before
I
b
r
i
n
g
up
the
f
u
r
ni
t
ur
e
.
M
y
aunt
’
s
been
genero
u
s
enough
t
o
dona
t
e
s
ome
an
t
ique
p
iec
e
s
that
w
il
l
g
o
we
l
l
in
her
e
.
M
y
si
s
t
er
and
her
h
u
sband
are
b
r
i
n
g
i
n
g
the
l
a
st
o
f
the
s
t
uf
f
do
w
n
fi
r
st
chance
they
ge
t
.
A
s
y
ou
s
a
w
,
the
r
e
st
o
f
the
f
u
r
ni
t
ure
i
s
s
t
ored
in
the
g
ar
a
g
e
.
I
t
’
s
out
there
g
athe
r
i
n
g
d
u
s
t
.
”
B
ut
loo
k
i
n
g
at
the
bare
rooms
no
w
,
she
should
h
a
v
e
alrea
d
y
f
u
r
n
i
s
hed
th
e
s
e
rooms.
T
h
ere
w
a
s
s
o
much
she
should
h
a
v
e
alread
y
t
aken
care
of,
s
een
t
o
.
H
ow
could
she
exp
l
ain
t
o
a
ny
one
how
diffi
c
ult
the past
y
ear
had
been,
the
g
r
ief
,
the
depr
e
ss
ion?

H
e
w
as
s
t
a
r
i
n
g
at
he
r
.

S
he
s
ighed.
S
he
might
as
we
l
l
l
e
vel
w
ith
him and
get
the bad
ne
w
s
out
in
the
open.
“
T
h
e
buildi
n
g
inspe
c
t
or
w
as
here
y
e
s
t
er
d
a
y
.
H
e said
I
’
l
l
h
a
ve
t
o b
r
i
n
g
the
w
i
r
i
n
g up
t
o
cod
e
.
”