Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (56 page)

J
or
d
an
t
old
him
a
bout
Lill
y
,
a
bout
how
sh
e
’
d
i
n
v
i
t
ed her
and
the
k
ids
over
t
o
the
hou
s
e
.
W
hen
sh
e
’
d
fin
i
shed
she added
m
is
chievousl
y
,
“
A
nd
g
i
v
i
n
g
the
t
ownspeople
a
new rea
s
on
t
o
d
i
sli
k
e
m
e
.
”

W
h
e
n
sh
e
reache
d
t
o
p
ic
k
u
p
a
sac
k
o
f
g
roce
r
i
e
s
wh
i
le
s
t
il
l
holdi
n
g
H
ut
t
on
,
h
e
s
t
il
le
d
he
r
han
d
i
n
th
e
proc
e
s
s
.
“
I
’
v
e
g
o
t
th
i
s
.
”

H
er
e
y
es
met
his.
Their
hands
t
ouched
as
they
reached for the
same sac
k
.
F
or
s
everal lo
n
g
s
econds they
s
t
ood at
the back of the car
w
ith his hand over he
r
s. There
w
as heat here, she
realized
and
she
w
an
t
ed…what?
W
h
at
did
she
w
ant?
W
hen
he
leaned
in
ever
s
o
slightly
t
o
get
a
bet
t
er
g
r
ip
on
the b
a
g
,
her
h
and
instinctively
dropped
a
w
a
y
.

A
c
ti
n
g
as
if
nothi
n
g
had
happened,
N
ick
picked
up another
b
a
g
and
t
urned
t
o
head
in
t
o
the
hou
s
e
.
“
B
y
the
w
a
y
,
y
ou
’
re
goi
n
g
t
o
need
a
fence
around
y
our
vege
ta
ble
g
arden.
Y
ou
r
g
arde
n
’
s
unde
r
ma
ss
at
t
ac
k
.
”

“
Oh,
n
o
.
W
h
at
did
they
eat?”

“
I
t
’
s
more
like
what
they
did
n
’
t
.
”

“
S
hoot.
I
’ve
t
r
ied
eve
r
y
thi
n
g
I
’ve
read
on
the
In
t
erne
t
, even
b
l
ack
peppe
r
,
chili
powde
r
,
hot
sauce,
but
s
o
fa
r
..
.
”

H
e
shook
his
head.
“
A
fence
i
s
the
only
w
a
y
.
I
found ma
t
e
r
i
al
t
o
build
one
in
that
b
l
ack
hole
of
a
g
ar
a
g
e
.
I
think
I can
go
down
a
bout
s
i
x
inches
in
the
ground,
build
one
that
w
ill get the job
don
e
.
H
ow
a
bout the
firep
l
aces in this p
l
ace? I
coun
t
ed fou
r
. Do they
all work?”

J
or
d
an
followed
him
in
t
o
the
k
i
t
chen.
“
S
ur
e
.
E
x
cept
the one
in
the
li
v
i
n
g
room
might
need
a
good
cleani
n
g
.
I
t
’
s
been u
s
ed
more
than
the
othe
r
s.
I
’ve
been
meani
n
g
t
o
ta
ke
care
of
tha
t.
W
h
y?”

“
I
found
the
woodpile
behind
the
g
ar
a
g
e
.
Th
ough
t
I
’
d split
s
ome
wood
for
a
fir
e
.
”

D
i
d
h
e
p
l
a
n
to
c
ut
f
irewoo
d
or
bu
i
l
d
a
fenc
e
aroun
d
her
g
arde
n
the
sam
e
w
a
y
h
e
’
d
pain
t
e
d
her
li
v
i
ng
roo
m
i
n
the
mid
d
l
e
o
f
the
night
?
sh
e
wondered
.
“
W
hat
?
I
n
your
spare tim
e
y
ou
’
re
g
o
i
ng
to
c
ut
woo
d
an
d
put
i
n
a
fence
?
N
ic
k
,
y
o
u do
n
’
t
h
a
v
e
to
do
s
o
muc
h
.
T
h
e
t
r
uth
i
s
I
ra
n
out
o
f
woo
d
l
a
st
month,
h
a
ve
n
’
t
ha
d
a
f
i
re
s
inc
e.
T
r
ie
d
to
c
ut
s
om
e
m
ys
elf an
d
alm
o
s
t
choppe
d
of
f
a
t
o
e.
W
ho
woul
d
h
a
v
e
thought
c
u
t
ti
ng
woo
d
coul
d
b
e
s
o
hard?”