Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (119 page)

Gl
ad
for
the
in
t
e
r
r
uption
t
o
her
though
t
s,
J
or
d
an
g
a
ve him
a
s
h
y
s
m
i
le
and
said,
“
S
h
e
’
l
l
be
ready
for
a
s
t
o
r
y
af
t
er
I get
her
P
J
s
on,
how
a
bout
that?”

H
e
g
r
inned.
“
S
ur
e
.
W
e
were
j
u
st
getti
n
g
t
o
the
good pa
r
t
the
o
ther
night
when
y
ou
wh
i
sked
her
off
t
o
bed
.
”
H
e
w
a
t
ched
how
expe
r
tly
J
or
d
an
d
i
apered
H
ut
t
on
and
had
her
dressed
in
lightni
n
g-fast
pre
c
i
s
ion.
T
h
e
minu
t
e
th
e
l
a
s
t
s
nap
caugh
t
,
howeve
r
,
H
u
tt
on
popped
up
l
i
ke
a
j
ac
k
-in-th
e
-b
o
x
as if
sh
e
’
d
found
her
s
econd
w
ind.

“
S
he
do
e
s
n
’t
look
tired
,
”
N
ick
commen
t
ed,
as
he
w
at
ched the
ch
i
ld
in
whirl
w
ind
fashion
t
oddle
over
t
o
the
bookshelf
t
o
p
ick
out
her
f
a
vo
r
i
t
e
s
t
o
r
y
boo
k
s.

K
no
w
i
n
g
the
bedtime
d
r
il
l,
H
ut
t
on
g
a
thered
up
as
ma
n
y as
she
could
ca
r
r
y
at
one
time
and
fo
l
lowed
her
m
o
ther
in
t
o the
li
v
i
n
g
roo
m
.
N
ick
tra
i
led
af
t
er
b
o
th
as
did
Do
g
.
T
a
k
i
n
g
a
s
eat
on
the
s
ofa,
he
g
o
t
comfo
r
t
a
bl
e
.
I
t
t
ook
H
ut
t
on
a
l
l
of
t
wo
s
econ
d
s
t
o
c
r
a
wl
on
t
o
h
i
s
la
p
the
minu
t
e
he
sat
do
w
n
as
if sh
e
’
d
already
g
o
t
t
en
in
t
o
the
routin
e
.
S
he
opened
up
the
f
i
r
st book
a
bout
a
l
o
st
k
i
t
t
y
ca
t
.
W
ith
H
ut
t
on
on
h
i
s
la
p
and
Dog
c
urled
at
h
i
s
fee
t
,
for
the next
thi
r
t
y
minu
t
e
s,
N
ick
read
h
a
lf
a
dozen
s
t
o
r
y
boo
k
s.

Af
t
er
the
l
ast
one,
J
or
d
an
announced,
“
O
k
a
y
that
’
s
i
t
, time
for
bed.
L
et
’
s
go
get
M
r
.
Bea
r
.
S
a
y
night-nigh
t
,
H
ut
t
on
.
”
“
N
ight-nigh
t
,
”
H
ut
t
on
repea
t
ed
as
her
m
o
ther
s
cooped her
up
and
quickly
headed
in
t
o
the
bedroo
m
.

Af
t
er
the
y
’
d
left
the
room,
through
the
b
a
by
moni
t
o
r
,
N
ick
sat m
e
s
me
r
ized by the
t
ender
s
cene
unfoldi
n
g a
c
r
o
s
s
th
e
ha
l
l
.
H
e
hear
d
H
u
t
t
o
n
ma
k
i
n
g
littl
e
b
a
b
y
n
o
ise
s
.
H
e l
i
s
t
ened
as
J
or
d
an
spoke
in
a
s
oft
t
o
ne
,
put
ti
n
g
he
r
d
a
ugh
t
er
do
w
n
for
the
nigh
t
,
t
e
l
li
n
g
her
an
o
ther
s
t
o
r
y
a
bout
how
M
r
. Bear
w
as
tired
and
sleep
y
.

I
t
hit
him
then
l
i
ke
a
punch
t
o
the
g
u
t
.
H
e
’
d
g
iven
up
h
i
s whirl
w
ind,
care
f
ree
life
in
L
.
A
.
t
o
go
t
o
w
a
r
.
I
n
t
wo
sho
r
t
y
ea
r
s
h
i
s
lif
e
ha
d
cha
n
ge
d
d
r
ama
t
ica
l
l
y
.
E
ve
n
whe
n
h
e
’
d re
t
u
r
ned
t
o
h
i
s
job
months
af
t
er
bei
n
g
wounded,
h
e
’
d
fa
i
led
t
o
reca
p
t
ur
e
tha
t
s
i
ng
l
e
care
f
re
e
e
x
i
s
t
enc
e
.
E
ve
n
thoug
h
h
e
’
d t
r
ied.
H
e
’
d
gone
t
o
the
same
pa
r
ti
e
s
as
before
w
ith
the
same people,
t
r
ied
d
a
t
in
g
s
o
me
of
the
same
k
i
n
d
s
of
women
wh
o
’
d before
g
iven
him
such
pleasur
e
.
H
e
’
d
t
r
ied
t
o
p
ick
up
h
i
s
life
f
rom
befor
e
.
B
ut
n
o
thi
n
g
h
e
’
d
done
s
ince
getti
n
g
back
had brought
him
a
n
y
k
ind
of
peace
or
jo
y
.