Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (99 page)

“
I
see
obedience
school
in
Do
g
’
s
f
u
t
ur
e
.
H
e
’
s
a
menace
t
o
m
y
flower
be
d
s
.
”

W
hen
J
or
d
an
fi
na
l
l
y
ret
r
i
e
ve
d
th
e
flowe
r
s,
the
s
t
ems were
so
broken,
the
ro
o
ts
destro
y
ed
there
w
as
no
chance
of rep
l
anti
n
g
the
m
.
S
he
sat
do
w
n
on
the
g
rass
w
ith
slumped shoulde
r
s
as
H
ut
t
on
t
oddled
ove
r
.
“
M
a
-
ma
.
”
S
he
reached around
H
ut
t
on
and
pu
l
led
her
in
for
a
hug.
“
I
t
’
s
o
k
a
y
,
s
wee
t
ie, they
were
j
u
st
flowe
r
s.
I
’
m
so
r
r
y
,
N
ic
k
.
”

N
ick
l
aughed.
“
L
i
k
e
y
ou
said,
J
or
d
an,
they
were
j
u
st flowe
r
s.
H
a
ve
y
ou
e
ver
con
s
idered
one
of
those
ligh
t
ed
w
a
l
k
w
a
y
s
ins
t
ead?”

Kent Springer was
so red in the face he looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel. “Damn it Gonzalez, you promised me. I drove all this way.”

Despi
t
e
S
p
r
i
n
ge
r
’
s
mone
y
,
Ron
Go
n
zale
z
,
the
county bu
i
ldi
n
g
inspec
t
o
r
,
w
an
t
ed
no
pa
r
t
of
his
p
l
a
n
.
“
I
said
I
’
d think
a
bout
it.
I
thought
a
bout
it
and
the
an
s
wer
is
n
o
.
”

“T
he
least
y
ou
could
do
is
hear
me
ou
t
.
Y
ou
ca
n
’t
j
u
st cha
n
ge
y
our
mind
l
i
ke
th
i
s
.
”

“
I
can
and
I
’
m
n
o
t
d
o
i
n
g
i
t
,
S
p
r
i
n
ge
r
.
I
k
now
what
y
our a
n
gle
is.
I
wo
n
’t
do
it
t
o
he
r
.
I
found
out
her
h
u
sband
died
in
I
ra
q
,
I
’
m
n
o
t
d
o
i
n
g
it
.
”

K
ent
removed
a
w
ad
of
bil
ls
f
rom
h
i
s
pocke
t
.
“
O
k
a
y
, an
o
ther
five
hundred
but
that
’
s
i
t
.
”

Ron
shook
h
i
s
head.
“
P
ut
y
our
money
a
w
a
y
.
I
t
’
s
t
oo
l
a
te
. The
ele
c
t
r
i
c
i
an
ca
l
led
me
out
y
e
s
t
er
d
a
y
mo
r
ni
n
g
t
o
inspe
c
t h
i
s
wor
k
.
I
already
si
g
ned
off
on
the
r
ew
i
r
i
n
g
jo
b
.
”

K
ent
s
t
epped
f
u
r
ther
in
t
o
Ro
n
’
s
fac
e
.
“
God
d
amn
it.
Y
ou promised
m
e
.
Y
ou
ca
n
’t
do
th
i
s
t
o
m
e
.
”

Ro
n
t
oo
k
a
s
t
e
p
bac
k
w
ar
d
an
d
heade
d
fo
r
h
i
s
t
r
uck le
a
v
i
ng
Ken
t
s
t
andi
n
g
i
n
th
e
mid
d
l
e
o
f
th
e
churc
h
par
k
i
n
g
l
o
t
s
p
it
ti
ng
veno
m
.

“
Y
ou’
l
l
p
a
y
for
th
i
s
y
ou
son
of
a
b
i
t
ch
.
”
B
ut Ron
j
u
st
kept
w
a
l
k
i
n
g.

K
ent
c
r
a
wle
d
bac
k
in
t
o
h
i
s
S
e
v
il
l
e
.
H
e
hi
t
the
s
t
ee
r
i
n
g
whee
l
w
it
h
a
f
i
s
t
.
A
s
e
t
bac
k
,
h
e
though
t
,
th
is
w
a
s
a
s
e
t
back n
o
thi
n
g
mor
e
.
T
her
e
wer
e
o
t
he
r
w
a
y
s
t
o
t
h
w
a
r
t
the
openi
n
g
o
f
that
r
idi
c
ulo
us
B
&
B
than
b
r
i
b
i
n
g
the
bu
i
ldi
n
g
inspe
c
t
o
r
.
H
e
w
an
t
e
d
that
prope
r
t
y
an
d
n
o
on
e
w
a
s
s
t
andi
n
g
i
n
h
i
s
w
a
y
th
is
tim
e
.