Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (247 page)

H
e
r
breat
h
caugh
t
.
S
he
s
t
a
r
t
e
d
c
r
y
i
n
g.
“
I
’
v
e
n
o
dou
b
t
g
u
i
lt
brought
y
ou
here
t
o
m
e
.
B
ut
I
hope
t
o
God,
y
ou
s
t
a
y because
y
ou
love
us
as
much
as
we
love
y
ou
.
”
H
er
voice hi
t
ched.
“
The
o
t
he
r
d
a
y
H
u
t
t
o
n
ca
l
le
d
y
o
u
D
a.
S
he
ca
l
le
d
y
ou
that
th
i
s
morni
n
g
when
she
asked
a
bout
D
a.
W
here
w
as
D
a? I
did
n
’t
k
now
what
t
o
s
a
y
t
o
he
r
.
I
think
Sc
o
t
t
w
an
t
ed
y
ou
t
o come
here,
N
ic
k
.
I
n
fac
t
,
I
’
m
sure
of
it
.
”

“
J
or
d
an,
y
ou
do
n
’t
k
now
the
half
of
i
t
.
I
prom
i
sed
him
I
’
d
t
a
ke
care
of
y
ou.
I
’
ve
made
a
m
es
s
of
th
i
s
whole
thi
n
g.
H
e
k
new
y
ou
were
unhapp
y
.
H
e
t
a
l
k
ed
a
bout
how
sad
y
ou s
ounde
d
i
n
y
ou
r
let
t
e
r
s
.
H
e
m
u
s
t
h
a
v
e
k
n
o
wn
y
o
u
needed
m
e
.
”
H
is
voice broke,
t
ea
r
s streamed
down
h
i
s chee
k
s.
“
H
e
’
s the
rea
s
on
I
came
here,
but
he
i
s
n
’t
w
h
y
I
fe
l
l
in
love
w
ith
y
ou.
I
love
y
ou,
J
or
d
an.
So
much
that
it
scar
e
s
m
e
.
I
’
ve
never loved
a
ny
one
mor
e
.
B
ut
I
could
n
’t
s
t
and
t
o
h
a
ve
y
ou
thin
k
i
n
g
a
bout
Sc
o
t
t
or
h
i
s
death
eve
r
y
time
y
ou
look
at
m
e
.
And
that
’
s
wha
t
y
ou’
l
l
d
o
.
E
ven
t
ua
l
ly
I
’
l
l
b
e
a
reminde
r
o
f
how
Sc
o
t
t
died
.
”

H
ea
r
i
n
g
tha
t
j
u
s
t
p
iss
e
d
he
r
off
.
“
Y
ou
do
n
’t
give
me
a lot
of
c
redi
t
,
do
y
ou?
Y
ou
think
I
do
n
’t
k
now
how
dif
f
erent
y
ou
are
f
rom
Sc
o
t
t
.
Beli
e
ve
me,
I
k
no
w
.
Do
y
ou
w
ant me
t
o s
t
and here lis
t
i
n
g a
l
l
the
w
a
y
s
?
I
f I did
w
e
’
d be here unt
i
l
H
ut
t
on
s
t
a
r
ts
k
inder
g
a
r
t
e
n
.
W
hen
I
look
at
y
ou,
when
y
ou
t
ouch
me
the
w
a
y
y
ou
d
o
,
believe
me
N
ic
k
,
the
ve
r
y
l
ast thi
n
g
I
’
m
thin
k
i
n
g
a
bout
is
Sco
t
t
.
Do
y
ou
think
for
a
minu
t
e h
e
’
d
w
ant
y
ou
t
o
b
l
ame
y
ou
r
self
for
somethi
n
g
y
ou
had
no control
over?
N
ic
k
,
no
on
e
’
s
b
l
ami
n
g
y
ou,
e
x
cept
y
ou.
I
f
y
ou ca
n
’t
see
how
much
I
love
y
ou,
then
I
feel
so
r
r
y
for
y
ou
.
”

“
M
ar
r
y
m
e
.
I
w
ant
u
s
t
o
h
a
ve
more
k
i
d
s,
a
br
o
ther
or
a
s
i
s
t
e
r
fo
r
H
u
t
t
o
n
.
”

J
or
d
a
n
slumpe
d
w
it
h
relief
.
F
i
na
l
l
y
,
sh
e
’
d
g
o
t
t
en
throug
h
.
S
he
s
m
i
led
and
t
ook
his
hand,
w
a
l
k
ed
t
o
the
bi
k
e
.
“T
hen
y
ou’
l
l h
a
ve
t
o
come home,
N
ic
k
,
back
t
o T
h
e
C
ove where
y
ou
belo
n
g.
H
ut
t
on
and
I
need
y
ou
t
o
come
hom
e
.
”