Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (166 page)

H
e
looked
out
over
the
w
at
er
at
the
ho
r
i
zo
n
.
F
i
shi
n
g
w
a
s
n
’t
e
xa
c
tly
a
con
t
a
c
t
spo
r
t
.
I
t
g
a
ve
a
man
plen
t
y
of
time
t
o thin
k
.
A
nd
a
l
l
he
could
think
a
bout
w
as
J
or
d
an,
the
w
a
y
she
s
me
l
led, the
w
a
y she
moved,
the
w
a
y
sunlight brought
out the
gold
in
her
hai
r
.
H
e
’
d
n
e
ver
m
i
s
s
ed
a
woman
before,
but he
m
iss
ed
J
or
d
an
l
i
ke
h
e
’
d
m
is
s
h
i
s
n
e
xt
breat
h
.

A
nd
e
ven
though
W
ade
and
M
u
r
p
h
y
e
xpe
c
t
ed
him
t
o
sleep
on
the
boa
t
,
h
e
’
d
already
de
c
ided
n
o
t
t
o
.
T
h
ey
’
d already
said
they
would
m
o
t
or
back
t
o
the
p
ie
r
,
drop
him
off if
he
w
an
t
ed.
H
e
had
de
c
ided
t
o
ta
ke
them
up
on
the
of
f
e
r
.
H
e
’
d
already
p
l
an
t
ed
the
s
eed,
t
e
l
li
n
g
them
he
s
til
l
had
a
l
o
t of
wo
r
k
left
t
o
do
that
he
could
n
’t
put
of
f
.
W
h
i
l
e
tha
t
w
as t
r
ue,
it
w
a
s
n
’t
the
t
r
uth.
H
e
wo
r
r
ied
a
bout
J
or
d
an
in
that
b
ig ho
u
s
e
alone
w
ith
j
u
st
H
ut
t
on
for
compa
n
y
.
H
e
k
new
how
sil
ly
tha
t
w
a
s
.
A
f
t
er
a
l
l,
sh
e
’
d
spent
alm
o
st
t
wo
y
ea
r
s
there alone
before
he
e
ver
showed
u
p
.
B
ut
a
blind
man
could
s
ee she
w
as
lonel
y
.
A
nd
h
e
’
d
be
d
amned
if
he
w
as
g
o
i
n
g
t
o
spend the
night
out
on
the
god
d
amned
w
at
er
f
i
shi
n
g
when
he
could be
spendi
n
g
it
w
ith
he
r
.
Ma
ybe
h
e
’
d
make
it
back
in
time
t
o
rea
d
H
u
t
t
o
n
a
s
t
o
r
y
.

A
g
uy
could
hop
e
.

As soon as
he reached the apple-green and white sign at the bottom of the long driveway leading to the house, Nick cut the engine on the Harley. Even though it was only a little past eight o’clock in the evening, on the off chance Jordan had already put Hutton to bed, he didn’t want the loud noise of the motorcycle waking up the baby.

I
n
the
da
r
k
n
es
s,
he
c
r
a
wled
off
the
bi
ke
and
wheeled
it
si
lently
do
w
n
the
path
the
r
e
st
of
the
w
a
y
.
W
hen
he
reached the
s
ide
of
the
ho
u
s
e,
he
parked
it
b
e
s
ide
the
porc
h
.
I
t
w
a
s
n
’t unt
i
l
he
reached
the
b
o
t
t
om
s
t
e
p
,
when
h
e
’
d
removed
h
i
s helmet
that
he
thought
he
heard
a
n
o
is
e
and
t
u
r
ned
t
o
s
ee
J
or
d
an
s
itti
n
g
in
the
porch
s
w
i
n
g—alon
e
—and
c
r
y
i
n
g
.
H
e moved
s
o
fas
t
,
h
i
s
b
ig
feet
t
r
ipped
on
the
porch
s
t
e
p
s
t
r
y
i
n
g
t
o
cl
o
s
e
the d
i
s
t
anc
e
.
Drop
p
i
n
g
down on
one
k
nee in
f
ront of he
r
,
he
asked,
“
W
hat
’
s
w
ro
n
g?
Somethi
n
g
’
s
w
ro
n
g
,
J
or
d
an,
ta
lk
t
o
m
e
.
”