Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (183 page)

I
mpr
es
s
ed
w
ith
the
man,
E
l
len
re
l
a
x
ed
s
omewha
t
.
“
W
e
’
re
getti
n
g
the
word
ou
t
,
t
e
l
li
n
g
e
ve
r
y
one
we
meet
a
bout
th
e
B
&
B
.
Som
e
o
f
ou
r
f
r
ien
d
s
f
ro
m
churc
h
h
a
v
e
already
booked
rooms
for
Ma
y
,
celeb
r
ati
n
g
an
annive
r
sa
r
y
,
or
a
b
i
r
th
d
a
y
.
”
S
he
t
ook
a
slow
s
ip
of
w
ine,
e
y
ed
the
man
at
the end
of
the
ta
ble
before
addi
n
g
,
“
I
j
u
st
hope
she
can
r
un
th
i
s p
l
ace
by
he
r
s
elf
.
”

I
t
w
as
eight-thi
r
t
y
tha
t
e
veni
n
g
whe
n
N
ic
k
an
d
T
om
s
ettled
do
w
n
in
f
ront
of
the
t
el
e
v
i
s
ion
in
the
li
v
i
n
g
room
w
ith a
cold
beer
t
o
w
at
ch
the
Gi
ants
ta
ke
on
the
Dodge
r
s
at
hom
e
.
“
A
re
y
ou
a
betti
n
g
man?”
T
om
asked,
prop
p
i
n
g
up
h
i
s feet
on
the
cof
f
ee
ta
bl
e.

H
e
w
as
n
’
t
,
bu
t
h
e
w
a
s
a
di
e
-
har
d
Dodge
r
fa
n
wh
o
,
i
n
tha
t
o
the
r
life
,
ha
d
onc
e
hel
d
s
e
a
s
o
n
t
icke
ts
,
bo
x
s
ea
t
s
behin
d
hom
e
p
l
a
te
to
b
e
exa
c
t
,
fo
r
a
numbe
r
o
f
y
ea
r
s.
“
D
epen
d
s
.
W
h
at
’
s
th
e
bet?”

T
om
t
ook
a
d
r
ink
of
h
i
s
bee
r
.
“
I
’
ve
g
o
t
t
wen
t
y
that
s
a
y
s
M
cDonald
do
es
n
’t
go
the
d
i
s
t
anc
e
.
”

N
ick
con
s
idered
how
ma
n
y
f
u
l
l
g
am
e
s
M
cDonald
p
i
t
ched
l
ast
y
ear
and
calmly
replied,
“
Y
ou
’
re
on
.
”

W
h
i
le
N
ick
and
T
om
w
at
ched
the
ba
l
l
g
ame,
J
or
d
an and
E
l
len
sat
at
the
k
i
t
chen
t
a
ble
loo
k
i
n
g
through
m
aga
zin
e
s
s
earchi
n
g
for
c
u
t
e
deco
r
a
t
i
n
g
s
chem
e
s
for
the
g
u
e
st
rooms.
A
s
if
she
could
n
’t
w
ait
a
minu
t
e
lo
n
ge
r
,
E
l
len
looked
up
and asked,
“
Y
ou
are
n
’t
fa
l
li
n
g
for
th
i
s
g
u
y
,
are
y
ou?”

“
W
ha
t
mak
e
s
y
o
u
thin
k
that?”

“C
ome
on,
J
or
d
an,
the
ma
n
’
s
a
hun
k
.
A
nd
e
ve
r
y
time
y
ou
open
y
our
mouth,
it
’
s
‘
w
e
’
did
th
i
s
and
‘
w
e
’
did
tha
t
.
”

J
or
d
an
looked
genuinely
baffled.
“
Oh,
for
God
’
s
sak
e
s E
l
len,
it
’
s
a
h
a
b
i
t
.
I
w
as
pa
r
t
of
a
‛
w
e
’
once,
now
I
’
m
n
ot
.
”

E
l
le
n
fel
t
immed
i
a
t
e
remo
r
s
e
.
“So
r
r
y
,
I
j
u
s
t
do
n
’t
wan
t
t
o
s
e
e
y
o
u
hu
r
t
.
B
u
t
t
onigh
t
a
t
dinne
r
y
o
u
ha
d
th
i
s
loo
k
o
n
y
ou
r
fac
e
.
”

“
A
look?
I
had
a
look
on
m
y
fac
e
.
”