Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (40 page)

N
ick
g
r
inned
bac
k
.
“
They
w
ant
y
ou
t
o
buy
the
boo
k
, their
boo
k
,
the
easier
they
s
a
y
it
i
s,
the
more
boo
k
s
they
s
e
l
l
.
” She
looke
d
aroun
d
at
the
m
es
s
.
“
With
the
ne
w
f
i
x
tur
e
s
an
d
ne
w
f
l
oo
r
i
ng
th
i
s
bathroom
shoul
d
b
e
goo
d
to
g
o
,
do
n
’t
you
think?”

“
S
hould
b
e
.
Does
the
shower
work?”

“
I
h
a
ve
n
’t
t
r
ied
it
in..
.
well,
a
lo
n
g
tim
e
.
”

A
b
s
entl
y
,
N
ick reached over and
t
urned on the shower head.
A
ll
at
once,
w
at
er
spewed
out
from
e
ve
r
y
dire
c
tion, drenchi
n
g
him
from
head
t
o
w
a
i
st.
“
F
i
g
ures
,
”
he
mut
t
ered
as he
t
urned
off
the
w
at
e
r
.

“So
r
r
y
a
b
ou
t
tha
t
.
”
B
u
t
sh
e
g
iggle
d
i
n
s
p
i
t
e
o
f
the
loo
k
o
n
h
i
s
fac
e
.
“
U
h
-
o
h
.
G
u
es
s
i
t
coul
d
u
s
e
a
ne
w
shower
head
,
huh?”

Soaked,
he
t
ook
a
p
l
a
y
f
ul
s
t
ep
in
her
dire
c
tion.
“So
y
ou think
m
y
bei
n
g
all
wet
i
s
f
un
n
y?”

Th
i
s
time
J
or
d
an
stifled
the
chuckl
e
.
“
Of
cou
r
s
e
not
.
”
S
he
t
ook
a
s
t
ep
bac
k
w
ard
t
o
keep
from
getti
n
g
we
t
.

B
ut
N
ick
t
ook
another
s
t
e
p
,
s
queezi
n
g
out
the
e
x
c
e
ss
w
at
er
from
the
t
ail
end
of
h
i
s
shi
r
t
and
fli
n
g
i
n
g
the
dro
p
s
in her
dire
c
tion.
“
N
ext
time,
y
ou
get
t
o
p
l
a
y
the
drowned
r
a
t
.
”

“
W
ho
me?”
E
y
ei
n
g
h
i
s
approach,
she
s
k
ipped
p
l
a
y
f
ully out of reach just in time
t
o
a
v
o
id an
o
ther sp
l
a
t
t
er of
w
at
e
r
.
“
Get
me
wet
and
y
ou
die
,
”
she
w
arned
t
ea
s
i
n
gly
as
she
threw him
a
t
owel
from
the
rac
k
.
Their
e
y
e
s
locked.
S
he
s
t
epped back
ag
ain
not
w
anti
n
g
t
o
appear
ob
v
ious
a
bout
s
eei
n
g
him
ta
k
e
off
h
i
s
shi
r
t.
B
ut
when
he
just
s
t
ood
there
s
t
a
r
i
n
g
at
her
w
ith
th
os
e
in
t
en
s
e
blue
e
y
e
s
of
h
i
s
that
made
her
feel
s
i
x
t
een
ag
ain,
she
forced
he
r
s
elf
t
o
back
out
of
the
room.

W
h
at
w
as
wro
n
g
w
ith
him?
he
wondered.
W
h
y
did
the
woma
n
mak
e
hi
m
fee
l
l
i
k
e
a
g
ree
n
k
i
d
ag
ain
?
H
e
needed
t
o get
t
o
S
an
t
a
C
r
uz
…
and
s
oon.
H
e had
t
o remind him
s
elf h
e
’
d
had
plen
t
y
of
succ
e
ss
w
ith
women
ever
since
h
e
’
d
f
i
r
st pe
r
suaded
M
a
r
y
K
at
e
F
ra
s
ier
in
t
o
the
bac
k
s
eat
of
h
i
s
C
hevy
C
a
v
a
lie
r
.
H
e
did
n
’t
need
t
o
moon
over
a
woman
w
ith
a
b
a
b
y
.
F
r
ustra
t
ed,
he
s
t
a
r
t
ed
moppi
n
g
up
the
w
at
er
on
the
floo
r
.
The anno
y
i
n
g
s
cene
at
the
hard
w
are
s
t
ore
comple
t
ely
forgo
tt
en.