Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (122 page)

“T
he
s
t
ere
o
’
s
loca
t
ed
under
the
t
el
e
v
i
s
ion,
plen
t
y
of
C
D
s
t
o
cho
os
e
f
rom.
Or
we
could
l
i
s
t
en
t
o
the
radi
o
.
T
h
e
s
t
a
t
ion
out
of
S
an
t
a
C
r
uz
com
e
s
in
pret
t
y
clear
m
o
st
nights
.
”

A
nd
sh
e
woul
d
k
n
o
w
tha
t
,
though
t
N
ic
k
,
a
s
h
e
t
r
ie
d
t
o
p
i
c
t
ur
e
a
l
l
th
e
lonel
y
nigh
t
s
she
m
u
st
h
a
ve
spent
here
alone
w
ith
only
the
b
a
by
for
compa
n
y
and
before
tha
t
…
t
o
t
al
s
oli
t
ud
e
.
“
I
w
as
thin
k
i
n
g
of
s
omethi
n
g
e
ls
e
.
C
an
y
ou
p
l
a
y
that thi
n
g?”
he
asked
good
-
n
a
t
ure
d
l
y
,
as
he
p
o
in
t
ed
t
o
the
p
i
ano in
the
co
r
ne
r
.

“
S
i
x
y
ea
r
s
of
l
e
s
s
ons
three
d
a
y
s
a
week
af
t
er
s
chool
,
”
she r
e
sponded,
amu
s
ed.
S
he
g
o
t
up
and
went
over
t
o
the
old up
r
ight
p
i
an
o
,
sat
down.
M
a
k
i
n
g
an
ex
a
g
gera
t
ed
produ
c
tion out
of
eve
r
y
movemen
t
,
she
w
iggled
her
fi
n
ge
r
s
before
fl
e
x
i
n
g
them
a
g
ain
and
then
c
racked
her
k
nuckl
e
s.
S
he
stre
t
ched out
her
a
r
ms,
and
then
pau
s
ed
over
the
ke
y
s
for
dramatic f
l
ai
r
.
S
he
s
t
a
r
t
e
d
l
a
ughi
n
g
a
t
he
r
o
wn
theat
r
i
c
s
,
which brough
t
l
a
ugh
t
e
r
f
ro
m
N
ic
k
.

“
A
re
y
ou
g
o
i
n
g
t
o
p
l
a
y
that
thi
n
g
or
we
a
ve
a
spe
l
l?”

“
I
’
m
ne
r
vo
u
s
.
”

“
Y
ou
’
re
k
iddi
n
g
.
”

S
he
t
ouched
the
ke
y
s,
be
g
an
p
l
a
y
i
n
g
cho
p
stic
k
s
before mo
v
i
n
g
lightni
n
g
fast
in
t
o
the
r
h
y
thm
of
Beethove
n
’
s
M
oon
ligh
t
Sonata
.
S
he
p
l
ay
ed
on
through
the
s
t
o
r
m
y
f
i
n
i
sh
and then
j
u
st
as
quickly
shif
t
ed
gea
r
s
in
t
o
a
lively
rendition
of El
t
on
J
oh
n
’
s
I
’
m
Stil
l
Standing
.
W
hen
she
s
t
opped,
she
blew
ou
t
a
breat
h.

N
ick
n
o
ticed
t
ea
r
s
in
her
e
y
e
s.
D
amn,
that
had
come
out of
the
blu
e
.
“
J
or
d
an
.
”

S
he
shook
her
head.
“
I
h
a
ve
n
’t
p
l
a
y
ed
s
ince
before
H
ut
t
on
w
as
bo
r
n.
I
t
w
as
…
I
p
l
a
y
ed
a
l
o
t
when
I
w
as
pre
g
n
ant and
alone
and
s
itti
n
g
here
fee
l
i
n
g
s
o
r
r
y
for
m
y
s
elf
and
…
waiting, and…”

“
I
get
i
t
.
”
H
e
s
w
a
l
lowed.
H
e
could
n
’t
help
it;
he
opened h
i
s
a
r
ms,
and
said,
“
C
ome
here,
b
a
b
y
.
”

S
he
did
n
’t
even
thin
k
,
but
moved
t
o
the
s
ofa
and
in
t
o h
i
s
a
r
ms.
S
he
be
g
an
apolo
g
izi
n
g
,
“
I
’
m
s
o
r
r
y
.
P
l
a
y
i
n
g
j
u
st brought
back
s
o
ma
n
y
memo
r
i
e
s.
W
hen
I
w
as
alone
it
u
s
ed
t
o
be
therapeutic,
bu
t
…no
w
…
I
k
now
that
s
oun
d
s
sil
l
y
.
”