Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (44 page)

H
e
ra
n
a
han
d
a
c
r
os
s
the
ol
d
t
el
e
v
i
s
io
n
s
e
t
,
s
wor
e
at
the
d
us
t
y
t
o
p
.
H
o
w
ha
d
h
i
s
lif
e
com
e
do
w
n
to
th
i
s
?
Without
spendi
ng
t
o
o
muc
h
tim
e
i
n
though
t
,
h
e
shouldere
d
the
old mode
l
an
d
ca
r
r
ie
d
i
t
out
o
f
the
g
ar
a
ge
,
up
the
s
t
ai
r
s
,
and
into
h
i
s
cha
r
mi
ng
ne
w
di
g
s
.
“
A
hh,
n
o
thing
l
i
k
e
home
,
”
he
mutt
ered
,
a
s
h
e
plugge
d
i
n
the
T
V
an
d
immed
iat
el
y
be
g
a
n
f
u
ss
i
ng
w
ith
the
s
n
o
w
y
rece
p
tio
n
.

A
sleep
y
J
o
r
da
n
w
a
l
k
ed
in
t
o
the
k
i
t
chen
at
just
af
t
er
s
i
x
o
’
cloc
k
,
car
r
y
i
n
g
a
w
id
e-
e
y
ed
H
ut
t
on.
S
he
w
as
n
’t
prepared
t
o
s
ee
N
ick
s
t
andi
n
g
at
the
s
t
ove
f
i
xi
n
g
breakfast
at
this
hou
r
. A
little
t
u
g
of
delight
l
a
pped
at
her
s
t
omach
at
the
pr
o
spect of
s
omeone
ma
k
i
n
g
her
breakfast.
H
er
happiness
quickly faded
though as she
looked
around her tidy
k
i
t
chen and s
a
w
the
me
s
s
h
e
’
d
mad
e
.
The
coun
t
e
r
s
were
a
wrec
k
,
f
ull of
a
half
dozen
me
s
s
y
bowls.
H
er
spotless
s
t
ove
w
as
under a
l
ay
er
of
flour
residu
e
.
I
n
an
ins
t
ant
though,
the
glee
came back
t
wofold
when
N
ick
t
urned
around
from
the
s
t
ov
e
.
The re
l
a
x
ed look
on his
face
t
old
her all
she needed
t
o
k
no
w
. T
h
e
t
ension
that
had
been
there
s
ince
his
ar
r
i
v
a
l
w
as
gone
from his
fac
e
.

“
I
hope
y
ou
do
n
’t mind,
but the
s
t
ove in
the apa
r
tment re
f
u
s
ed
t
o
wor
k
.
A
nd
I
w
as
hu
n
g
r
y
.
”

J
ordan
s
ettled
H
utton
in
her
high
chai
r
.
“
N
o
proble
m
. That
old
thing
proba
bl
y
ha
s
n
’
t
worked
in
t
wen
t
y
yea
r
s
.
Do
I
s
m
e
l
l
cof
f
ee?”

W
h
e
n
h
e
pu
t
a
s
t
eami
n
g
mu
g
i
n
he
r
han
d
s
,
she
g
r
oane
d
i
n
appre
c
i
a
tio
n
.
“
Y
ou
’
r
e
a
sain
t
.
Y
o
u
cook
?
A
r
e
th
o
s
e
pancak
e
s
?”

“
Y
eah.
B
reakfast
I
can
d
o
.
M
y
spec
i
a
l
t
y
i
s
pancakes.
I
though
t
w
e
coul
d
t
ak
e
t
ur
n
s
f
i
xi
n
g
breakfast.
N
o
point
in
y
ou doi
n
g
it
eve
r
y
morni
n
g
.
Does
the
munch
k
in
eat
pancake
s
?”

“T
he
munch
k
in
lov
e
s
pancakes.
A
nd
s
o
does
the
munch
k
i
n
’
s
mothe
r
.
”

J
or
d
an
filled
a
s
ippy
cup
w
ith
milk
and
handed
it
t
o
her
d
augh
t
e
r
.
B
ut
H
ut
t
on
ignored
the
milk
and
c
l
apped
her
han
d
s as
N
ick
s
et
a
p
l
a
t
e
in
front
of
her
w
ith
a
s
t
ack
of
pancak
e
s
s
o
high
the
b
a
by
could
n
’t
s
ee
around
i
t
.
Th
er
e
wer
e
enough
f
l
ap
j
ac
k
s
t
o
feed
three
s
t
a
r
v
i
n
g
peopl
e
.
J
or
d
an
g
r
inned
as she
went
over
and
forked
up
s
o
me
of
the
pancak
e
s
on
t
o
her own
p
l
a
te
.
Af
t
e
r
pou
r
i
n
g
s
y
r
u
p
o
n
H
u
t
t
o
n
’
s
pancak
e
s
,
J
or
d
an
s
t
a
r
t
ed
cutti
n
g
them
in
t
o
piec
e
s.
S
uddenl
y
,
she
caught
the in
t
ent
s
t
are
on
N
ic
k
’
s
face
as
he
w
at
ched
in
wonder
as
H
ut
t
on be
g
an
t
o
u
s
e
her
fi
n
ge
r
s
t
o
s
t
uff
her
mouth
f
ull
of
food.