Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (112 page)

A
s
if
k
no
w
i
n
g
what
her
mood
would
be
l
i
ke
af
t
e
r
get
t
i
n
g back
f
rom
t
o
w
n,
N
ick
g
o
t
bu
s
y
putti
n
g
up
the
porch
s
w
i
n
g
.
H
e
’
d
j
u
st
f
i
n
i
shed
d
r
il
li
n
g
the
hol
e
s,
when
J
or
d
an
pulled the
S
U
V
in
t
o
the
d
r
ive
w
a
y
and
climbed
ou
t
.
I
t
did
n
’t
t
a
ke
a genius
t
o
read
body
l
a
n
g
u
a
g
e
.
F
rom
the
porch
he
could
make out
the
tight
s
et
of
her
j
a
w
and
the
fa
c
t
she
looked
plen
t
y
p
iss
ed
.
E
ve
n
a
s
sh
e
pu
l
le
d
H
u
t
t
o
n
ou
t
o
f
he
r
ca
r
s
e
a
t
,
he
n
o
ticed
she
did
n
’t
look
pa
r
ti
c
u
l
arly
inclined
t
o
open
that
j
a
w and
t
a
l
k
t
o
him.
H
e
w
as
pret
t
y
sure
he
should
be
g
ra
t
e
f
ul
for the
s
i
lence
becau
s
e
when
she
did
s
t
a
r
t
t
a
l
k
i
n
g
he
f
i
g
ured
h
e
’
d st
il
l
be
in
hot
w
a
t
e
r
.

W
ithout
a
g
l
ance
in
h
i
s
dire
c
tion
she
w
a
l
k
ed
up
t
o
the porch
and
sa
i
led
r
ight
past
him,
w
ithout
s
o
much
as
a
he
l
l
o
.
H
e
g
a
ve
Dog
a
k
no
w
i
n
g
loo
k
.
“
S
h
e
’
s
s
t
eamed
a
l
l
r
igh
t
.
I
j
u
st hope
I
can
ta
l
k
m
y
s
elf
out
of
th
i
s
on
e
.
”
P
ic
k
i
n
g
up
the
pupp
y
, he
pat
t
ed
the
do
g
’
s
head.
“
W
e
need
t
o
go
f
i
nd
u
s
a
dogho
u
s
e and
l
ie
low
for
a
wh
i
l
e
.
”

S
he
w
as
st
il
l
f
umi
n
g
as
she
l
adled
s
oup
in
t
o
bow
l
s
t
o go
w
ith
the
h
o
t
ham
and
che
e
s
e
sand
w
ich
e
s
sh
e
’
d
f
i
x
ed
for lunch.
S
itti
n
g
in
her
high
chai
r
,
obli
v
ious
t
o
the
imminent
c
l
as
h
o
f
w
il
l
s
,
H
u
t
t
o
n
s
tuf
f
ed
macaroni
and
che
e
s
e
in
t
o
her mouth
one
hand
f
ul
at
a
tim
e
.
W
hen
N
ick
strolled
in,
J
or
d
an huf
f
ed
out
a
breath.
S
he
w
a
s
n
’t
nearly
ready
t
o
speak
t
o
the
ma
n.
The
y
’
d
been
a
v
o
idi
n
g
each
o
ther
s
ince
sh
e
’
d
g
o
t
t
en back
f
rom
t
o
w
n,
but
w
ith
lunch
loomi
n
g
,
a
v
o
i
d
ance
w
as
no lo
n
ger
an
o
p
tion.

Sen
s
i
n
g
th
e
f
r
o
s
ty
atm
o
sphere
,
N
ic
k
di
d
wha
t
a
n
y
in
telligen
t
ma
n
woul
d
d
o
unde
r
th
e
c
ir
c
ums
t
anc
es
an
d
wen
t
for
a
dive
r
s
ion
,
kee
p
i
n
g
u
p
a
s
t
ead
y
co
n
ve
r
sa
t
io
n
w
it
h
th
e
b
a
b
y
.
W
a
shi
n
g
h
is
han
ds
i
n
th
e
k
itc
he
n
s
in
k
,
h
e
dire
c
t
e
d
h
is
qu
e
s
t
io
n
t
o
H
ut
t
on
,
“
H
o
w
’
s
tha
t
macaron
i
an
d
che
es
e
,
B
londie?”