Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (35 page)

J
or
d
an
suddenly
appeared
in
the
doo
r
w
a
y
w
ith
an amu
s
ed
look
on
her
fac
e
.
“
P
roblem?”

“T
he
d
amn
bolt
i
s
st
r
ipped.
A
nd
it
’
s
the
only
one
lef
t
.”
H
e
’
d
gon
e
throug
h
thre
e
alread
y
.
“
I
s
ther
e
a
hard
w
ar
e
s
t
ore
in
t
own?
I
’ll
need
an
o
ther
bol
t
,
prob
a
bly
se
veral
.
”
M
ore
like
s
e
ve
r
a
l
bo
x
e
s.

“
F
er
g
u
s
o
n
’
s
on
M
ain.
Y
ou
drove
past
it
t
o
get
her
e
.
C
a
n
’t
m
iss
i
t.
I
f
y
ou
’
r
e
ma
k
i
n
g
a
t
r
i
p
t
o
t
own,
woul
d
y
o
u
min
d
p
ic
k
i
n
g
up
the
floo
r
in
g
while
y
ou
’
re
ther
e
.
I
t
’
s
been
on
back
order for
four
wee
k
s,
should
be
there
n
o
w
fo
r
sur
e
.
I
h
a
ve
n
’
t
ha
d
a chance
t
o
pick
it
u
p
.
W
ould
y
ou
mind
b
r
i
n
g
i
n
g
it
back?”

N
ick
s
t
ood
u
p
,
his
l
arge
frame
f
i
ll
i
n
g
th
e
r
athe
r
s
ma
ll spac
e
.
I
nstinctivel
y
,
J
or
d
an
backed
up
in
t
o
the
hall
w
a
y
. “
S
ure, but I ca
n
’t b
r
i
n
g
f
l
oo
r
i
n
g back on the
bik
e
.
”

“
W
h
y
do
y
ou
r
ide
i
t
,
the
bike
I
mean?”

“
I
t
’
s
open
.
”
Ey
ei
n
g
the
pu
z
zled
look
on
her
face,
he added,
“
I
do
n
’t
like
cl
o
s
ed
-
up
spaces,
bei
n
g
confined
inside
a vehicle
for
t
oo
lo
n
g
.
”

“T
h
at might
r
ule out the
S
U
V then.
N
o problem. I can pick
up
the
fl
oo
r
i
n
g
whe
n
H
u
t
t
o
n
w
ak
e
s
u
p
f
ro
m
he
r
na
p
.
”

A
s
he
d
r
ied
his
hands
on
a
r
a
g
,
he
calmly
t
old
he
r
,
“
J
or
d
an,
I
think
I
can
handle
a
r
ide
in
t
o
t
own
and
bac
k
.
”
A
t least
he
hoped
he
could.

“
T
he
n
t
a
k
e
th
e
S
U
V
.
T
h
e
ke
y
s
ar
e
o
n
th
e
pe
g
b
y
the
bac
k
doo
r
.
”

F
if
t
een
minu
t
e
s
l
at
er
on
the
r
ide
in
t
o
t
own,
he
rolled
all the
w
indo
w
s
down
on
the
E
xplorer
and
fought
off
a
panic
at
tac
k
b
y
g
ul
p
i
n
g
i
n
dee
p
breat
h
af
t
er
deep
breath.
W
hen the
trapped
feeli
n
g
be
g
an
t
o
a
ba
t
e,
he
s
t
a
r
t
ed
t
o
wo
r
r
y
over
J
or
d
a
n
’
s
si
t
uation.
H
e
remembered
in
de
t
ail
h
i
s
ta
l
k
s
w
ith Sco
t
t
who
had
g
iven
him
the
impr
e
ssion
that
the
hou
s
e
w
as pret
t
y
much
good
t
o
g
o
,
e
ven
ready
for
g
u
e
sts.
E
ver
the
e
t
ernal
optim
i
s
t
,
that
a
sses
sment
w
as
s
o
like
Sc
o
t
t.
N
ick
shook h
i
s
head.
H
e
could
alm
o
st
hear
Sc
o
t
t
’
s
v
o
ic
e
.

“
Y
eah
,
no
w
tha
t
I
thin
k
a
b
ou
t
i
t
,
I
migh
t
h
a
v
e
bee
n
a
little
t
oo
o
pt
im
i
s
t
i
c
i
n
tha
t
re
g
ard
.
”

N
ic
k
alm
o
st
drove
of
f
the
road
when
he
g
lanced
over
to look
at
the
pa
s
s
enger
s
ea
t
.
T
h
ere
sat
Sc
o
tt
w
ith
a
b
i
g
goo
f
y
g
r
in
on
h
i
s
fac
e.
“So
r
r
y
budd
y
,
but
you
were
n
’
t
ready
for
the
t
r
ut
h
.
”