Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (142 page)


Y
ou
ca
n
’t
work
for
just
lunch
.

B
ut
then
a
thought occ
u
rred
t
o
he
r
.

W
hat
if
I
paid
y
ou
w
ith
s
o
methi
n
g
o
t
her than
mone
y
,
like
a
ba
r
t
er
s
ys
t
em?
I
might
not
be
a
ble
t
o aff
or
d
a
sa
l
a
r
y
r
i
gh
t
no
w
a
n
yw
a
y
o
r
th
e
prom
is
e
o
f
a
re
g
u
l
ar
job
until
I’m
open for business,
but
I
can
feed
y
ou
and
the
k
ids
at
lunch
time, plus
y
ou
can
b
r
i
n
g
home
a
n
y
o
ther
food
from
all
the
re
c
ip
e
s
I
’ve
been
t
r
y
i
n
g
out
l
at
el
y
.

S
he
looked
around
the
traile
r
.

W
hat
e
ls
e
do
y
ou
need?”
Before
Lilly
could
answe
r
,
J
or
d
an sp
o
tt
ed
se
veral
piec
e
s
of
paper
t
acked
up
on
the
ref
r
igera
t
or doo
r
.
S
he
g
o
t
up
t
o
ta
ke
a
cl
o
s
er
loo
k
.

W
hat
are
the
s
e?”

“T
h
o
s
e
are
just
s
ome
doodl
e
s.
I
like
t
o
dr
a
w
when
the
k
ids
ar
e
do
wn
fo
r
a
na
p
.

J
or
d
an
s
t
ared
at
what
looked
like
t
o
her
were
a
lot
more than
doodl
e
s.
They
looked
like
wor
k
s
of
a
r
t
,
w
at
er
-
colored ocean
s
cap
e
s,
and
a
few
po
r
traits
of
the
k
ids.

Oh,
Lill
y
.
I
thin
k
y
ou

v
e
g
ot
mor
e
ta
len
t
tha
n
y
o
u
k
n
o
w
.
W
e
m
a
y
h
a
ve
just
hit
upon
the
ve
r
y
thi
n
g
y
ou
h
a
ve
t
o
ba
r
t
e
r
.
Th
es
e
are good.
Do
y
ou
h
a
ve
a
n
ymore?”


Y
ou
w
ant
m
y
doodli
n
g?”


H
one
y
,
the
s
e
show
real
ta
len
t
.

The
whee
l
s
were
t
urni
n
g inside
J
or
d
a
n

s
head.

W
hen
I
open,
we
could
frame
the
s
e and
put
them
in
prominent
p
l
ac
e
s
around
the
hou
s
e
for
sal
e
. I
bet
the
s
e
w
ill
be
gone
in
a
hea
r
t
bea
t
.


Y
ou

re
jo
k
i
n
g
,
r
ight?”


F
a
r
f
ro
m
i
t
.
Or
g
aniz
e
y
ou
r
po
r
t
foli
o
,
an
d
th
e
n
ext tim
e
w
e
ge
t
t
o
gethe
r,
sho
w
m
e
wha
t
y
ou

v
e
g
ot
.
A
n
d
L
i
l
l
y
,
ca
n
y
o
u
cook?”


N
ot
as
good
as
y
ou
but
we
get
b
y
.


W
ant
t
o
learn?”

 

 

Chapter
El
e
v
en
 

O
ver
the
next
wee
k
,
N
ick
s
t
ay
ed
s
o
bu
s
y
ins
t
a
l
li
n
g
d
r
y
wa
l
l
,
bathroo
m
f
i
x
t
ur
e
s
and
l
a
y
i
n
g
new
floo
r
i
n
g he
barely
had
time
for
a
n
y
thi
n
g
other
than
eati
n
g
and slee
p
i
n
g
.
P
h
ys
ica
l
ly
e
xha
u
s
t
ed
f
rom
the
wor
k
,
he
no
lo
n
ger woke
before
t
wo
a.
m
.
e
ven
man
a
g
i
n
g
a
good
s
olid
s
i
x
hou
r
s of
sleep
e
ve
r
y
now
and
then
before
the
dream
k
icked
in
or Sc
o
t
t
in
f
r
i
n
ged
on
h
i
s
p
s
y
ch
e
.
H
i
s
sleep
routine
w
as
far
f
rom pe
r
f
e
c
t
,
but
it
w
as
a
v
ast
improvement
over
the
past
y
ea
r
.

J
or
d
an
had
her
o
w
n
demandi
n
g
l
i
st
of
chor
e
s
t
o
get don
e
.
S
he
f
ina
l
ly
f
i
n
i
shed
pain
t
i
n
g
the
l
ast
bedroo
m
.
B
y
the end
of
the
wee
k
,
they
were
b
o
th
s
o
wo
r
n
out
they
de
c
ided they
d
es
e
r
ved
a
breathe
r
.
A
s
their
re
w
ard,
J
or
d
an
packed
the three
of
them
a
p
i
c
nic
basket
f
i
l
led
w
ith
lemonade
and
sand
w
ich
e
s.
W
ith
sp
r
i
n
g
in
the
ai
r
,
they
a
l
l
trai
p
s
ed
do
w
n
the
tra
i
l
t
o
the
cove
and
the
beac
h
.
T
h
e
y

d
no
s
ooner
spread
out
their b
l
anket
on
the
sand
than
N
ick
looked
out
over
the
w
at
er
and
said
,

I
s
tha
t
wha
t
I
thin
k
i
t
i
s
?”

J
or
d
an
g
o
t
t
o
her
k
ne
e
s,
put
a
hand
on
her
forehead shadi
n
g
her
e
y
e
s
and
s
canned
the
ho
r
i
zon
for
a
n
y
movement on
the
w
at
e
r
.
A
l
l
she
s
a
w
were
v
ast
l
a
y
e
r
s
of
blue
coupled
w
ith
l
u
s
t
y
w
a
v
e
s.
J
u
st
as
she
w
as
a
bout
t
o
t
e
l
l
him
she
did
n
’t
s
ee
a
n
y
thi
n
g
,
s
omethi
n
g
huge
and
g
r
a
y
sp
l
ashed
up
out
of the
w
a
t
er
a
good
hundred
y
ar
d
s
f
rom
shor
e
.

Oh,
m
y
God.
I
s
tha
t
a
whale
?
T
h
at

s
a
whal
e
.

S
he
g
o
t
t
o
her
fee
t
,
g
r
a
b
b
i
n
g
H
ut
t
on.
S
he
t
old
N
ic
k
,

Get
the
b
inocu
l
a
r
s
.

W
hen
he
j
u
st kept
s
t
andi
n
g
there
s
t
a
r
i
n
g
out
t
o
s
ea,
she
reached
in
t
o
the
p
i
c
nic
hamper
he
r
s
elf
and
dug
around
unt
i
l
she
pulled
out the
b
inocu
l
a
r
s.


W
ho
ca
r
r
i
e
s
field
g
l
a
ss
e
s
?”


S
t
an
d
ard
p
i
c
nic
gea
r
.
C
a
n
’t
go
t
o
the
beach
unpr
e
pared.
N
ever
k
now
what
y
ou
might
m
is
s
,

she
exp
l
ained
as she
s
earched
the
ho
r
i
zon
for
a
n
y
s
i
g
n
of
the
g
i
ant
mammal.
S
he
ha
d
t
o
w
ai
t
s
e
ve
r
a
l
minu
t
e
s
,
bu
t
whe
n
th
e
whal
e
r
e
sur
faced,
she
sucked
in
a
breath and
said,

I
t

s
a
C
a
lifo
r
n
i
a
g
r
a
y
.
I

m
sure
of
i
t
.
W
ant
a
look?”

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