Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (51 page)

“T
her
e
’
s
a
tire
in
the
t
r
un
k
.
”
The
woman
blew
out
a
breat
h.
S
he
ha
d
n
o
ide
a
wha
t
shap
e
i
t
w
as
i
n.
“
I
’
m
L
ill
y
.
L
illy Seybold
.
”

J
or
d
a
n
smi
le
d
a
t
th
e
t
w
o
k
id
s
.
“
A
n
d
wh
o
d
o
w
e
h
a
ve
here?”

“T
h
at
’
s
J
oe
y
,
the
b
a
b
y
,
”
she
poin
t
ed
out
as
she
gently reached
down
t
o
pat
the
little
boy
’
s
head
le
a
v
i
n
g
a
trail
of g
r
ime
on
h
i
s
forehead
before
pulli
n
g
the
little
g
irl
in
t
o
an embrac
e
.
“
A
nd
this
i
s
K
yra
.
”

J
or
d
an
looked
at
b
o
th
little
bro
w
n
-
e
y
ed
t
o
ts
and
said what
a
n
y
m
o
ther
n
e
ver
g
o
t
tired
of
hea
r
i
n
g
,
“
W
hat
pret
t
y ch
i
ldren
y
ou
h
a
ve,
L
il
ly?
W
e
l
l,
let
’
s
s
ee
what
w
e
’
ve
g
o
t
.
”
S
he peered
in
t
o the
t
r
un
k
.
A
g
ain,
J
or
d
an
w
as
no
e
xpe
r
t
,
but
t
o her
the
tire
in
the
t
r
unk
looked
in
wo
r
s
e
shape
than
the
f
l
at on
e
.
“
Th
i
s
happened
t
o
me
j
u
st
l
ast
y
ea
r
.
R
ight
here
in
th
i
s ve
r
y
par
k
i
n
g
l
o
t
.
I
had
a
l
l
m
y
g
roce
r
i
e
s
in
the
ca
r
,
H
ut
t
on
w
as
f
u
s
s
y
.
Then
I
n
o
ticed
the
tire
w
as
f
l
a
t
.
”
B
ut
sh
e
’
d
had a
brand
-
new
spare
tire
t
o
rep
l
ace
the
flat
one
wh
i
le
th
i
s woman
did
n
’
t
.
T
en
t
ativel
y
,
J
or
d
an
of
f
ered,
“
C
an
I
make
a sugg
e
stion,
L
il
ly?”

“
I
g
ue
s
s
,
”
Lilly
answered
s
h
yl
y
.

“
I
do
n
’t
h
a
ve
a
cell
phone,
but
how
a
bout
if
I
r
un
y
ou over
t
o
the
g
as
s
t
ation
and
…
”

Before
she
could
fin
i
sh
M
u
r
p
h
y
w
a
l
k
ed
up
t
o
the
women. Loo
k
i
n
g
over
the
si
t
uation
he
remarked,
“
Fl
a
t
tire,
huh?”

Reli
e
ved,
J
or
d
an
said
earnestl
y
,
“
M
u
r
p
h
y
,
just
the
man we
need.
Lilly
her
e
’
s
been
t
r
y
i
n
g
w
ithout
success
t
o
cha
n
ge a
f
l
a
t
t
ir
e
.
”

“
B
ut the
lug
nuts
wo
n
’t
budg
e
,
” Lilly confirmed.

“
C
a
n
’
t
h
a
v
e
m
y
cu
s
t
ome
r
s
st
r
ande
d
i
n
the
par
k
i
ng
l
o
t
,
”
M
u
r
p
h
y
dec
l
are
d
w
ith
a
s
m
i
l
e.
W
hen
L
il
l
y
s
t
a
r
t
e
d
to pr
o
t
e
s
t
,
M
u
r
p
h
y
hel
d
up
a
han
d
an
d
added
,
“
A
l
l
pa
r
t
o
f
the
s
e
r
v
ic
e
.
”
M
u
r
p
h
y
bent
to
ge
t
to
wor
k
.
H
e
migh
t
h
a
v
e
been j
u
s
t
ove
r
f
iv
e
fee
t
,
but
h
e
ha
d
mor
e
m
u
s
cl
e
s
than
L
il
l
y
had
or
J
ord
a
n
fo
r
that
matte
r
.

W
at
chi
n
g
him
wor
k
,
J
or
d
an
relu
c
t
antly
felt
the
need
t
o
t
ell
him,
“
I
’
m
not
sure
her
spare
i
s
in
such
good
shape,
M
u
r
p
h
y
.
Bet
t
er
ta
ke
a
loo
k
.
”

Gl
anci
n
g
in
the
dire
c
tion
of
the
t
r
un
k
,
he
groaned,
“
Th
is
old
thi
n
g
wo
n
’t
cut
i
t
.
Y
ou
’
d
be
bet
t
er
off
pa
t
chi
n
g
the
one
that
’
s
f
l
at
.
”
H
e
reached
in
h
i
s
back
pocket
and
pulled
out
a
cell phone,
d
i
aled
a
number
by
hea
r
t.
“
W
all
y
,
I
’ve
g
o
t
a
cus
t
omer
w
ith
a
f
l
at
tir
e
.
A
nd
we
need
a
pa
t
ch
job
as
s
oon
as
y
ou
can get
t
o
i
t
.
”