Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (174 page)


W
ant some
cof
f
ee?”


S
ur
e
.

N
ick
m
o
tioned
for
him
t
o
ta
ke
a
s
eat
at
the
t
a
ble
wh
i
le he
went
over
t
o
the
cof
f
ee
p
ot
.
H
e
looked
over
at
J
or
d
an,
s
a
w she
had
t
ea
r
s
in
her
e
y
e
s.

“T
h
an
k
s,
M
u
r
p
h
y
.

H
e
reached
t
o
g
ive
her
a
hu
g
.
S
he
n
o
t
ed
how
much
he
s
me
l
led
l
i
ke
f
i
s
h
.

Once
I
g
o
t
C
ar
l
a

s
m
e
s
s
a
ge
I
w
an
t
ed
t
o get
out
here,
t
e
l
l
y
ou
n
o
t
t
o
let
th
i
s
get
t
o
y
ou.
S
he
said
n
o
t
t
o
wo
r
r
y
.
S
h
e

l
l
ta
ke
care
of
the
pape
r
wor
k
.
I
t

s
done
now
J
or
d
an,
put
it
out
of
y
our
mind.
I
t

s
ob
v
io
u
s
who
e
ver
made
tha
t
ca
l
l
w
as
j
u
s
t
t
r
y
i
n
g
t
o
mak
e
lif
e
t
o
ughe
r
o
n
y
o
u
,
ho
p
i
n
g
y
ou

d
r
un
.

W
h
e
n
N
ic
k
brough
t
ove
r
h
i
s
cof
f
ee
,
M
u
r
p
h
y
sat
back
do
w
n
at
the
t
a
bl
e
.

I
did
n
’t
mean
t
o
s
t
op
by
s
o
earl
y
, did
n
’t
mean
t
o
in
t
e
r
r
upt
brea
k
fas
t
.


W
e
wer
e
don
e
.
Y
o
u
j
u
s
t
w
an
t
e
d
t
o
mak
e
sur
e
J
or
d
an
w
a
s
n

t
a
b
ou
t
t
o
le
a
v
e
.
S
he
i
s
n

t
.
W
an
t
s
o
m
e
eg
g
s
?”

Before
M
u
r
p
h
y
could
r
e
spond,
J
or
d
an
blu
r
t
ed
ou
t
,

I

m sure
it
w
as
S
is
s
y
.


W
ha
t
mak
e
s
y
o
u
thin
k
i
t
w
as
her?”


S
he
w
as
a
n
g
r
y
that
we
g
a
ve
L
il
ly
the
bo
o
th.
P
lus,
sh
e

s never
l
i
ked
m
e
.


O
h
,
tha
t
.
S
i
s
s
y

s
al
w
a
y
s
u
ps
et
a
b
ou
t
s
o
methi
n
g
or
o
the
r
,
al
w
a
y
s
mad.
J
u
st
l
ast
y
ear
she
threa
t
ened
me
w
ith a
reca
l
l
.
S
he
al
w
a
y
s
mak
e
s
i
d
l
e
threa
t
s
.
I
t

s
he
r
na
t
ional
pas
t
im
e
.
N
obody
much
p
a
y
s
at
t
entio
n
.
I
t

s
j
u
st
S
i
s
s
y

s
w
a
y
.


N
o
.
I
think
she
made
the
ca
l
l,
M
u
r
p
h
y
.
Of
cou
r
s
e,
I

l
l never
really
k
now
for
sur
e
.


I
t

s ove
r
,
J
or
d
a
n
.
I

m here
t
o
t
e
l
l
y
ou
t
o
put
it behind
y
ou.
N
ow
that
I
k
now
y
ou
are
n
’t
p
l
anni
n
g
on
pac
k
i
n
g
u
p
,
I feel
bet
t
e
r
.
I

m
here
t
o
t
e
l
l
y
ou
t
o
forget
it
and
move
o
n
.

S
he
nodded.

I

d
j
u
st
t
old
N
ick
the
same
thi
n
g
.

“T
hen
w
e

re
in
a
g
reemen
t
.
Y
ou

re
s
t
a
y
i
n
g
r
ight
here
in
P
elican
P
o
in
te
.
A
nd
y
eah,
I
would
n
’t
mind
h
a
v
i
n
g
s
ome
of th
os
e
eg
g
s
and
a
couple
of
slic
e
s
of
bacon
.

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