Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (194 page)

H
e
w
a
t
ched
as
genuine
pleasure
spread
a
c
r
o
s
s
her
fac
e
.
H
e
l
a
ughed
.

A
r
e
y
o
u
k
iddi
ng
?
Y
o
u
p
r
a
c
t
ica
l
ly
sali
v
a
t
e
d
on
the
p
a
ge
e
ve
r
y
time
y
ou
g
o
t
t
o
that
s
e
c
tion
of
the
ca
t
a
lo
g
u
e
.
A
nd
if
t
ha
t
w
as
n
’t
eno
u
g
h
y
ou
h
a
ve
a
stic
k
y
no
t
e
as
a
boo
k
mark
w
ith
y
our
w
i
sh
l
ist
spe
l
led
ou
t
.


B
ut
they

re
s
o
expen
s
ive,
N
ic
k
.
Y
ou
should
n
’t
h
a
v
e
.

H
e
r
ubbed
the
back
of
h
i
s
nec
k
.

I
felt
k
in
d
a
f
un
n
y bu
y
i
n
g
a
woman
a
bunch
of
sauce
pans,
bu
t


R
e
verentl
y
,
she
t
ouched
the
copper
through
the
p
l
astic
pr
o
t
e
c
tive
w
r
a
p
p
i
n
g
.

O
h,
N
ic
k
.
I
love
the
m
.
M
ine
are an
c
ien
t
,
hand
-
m
e
-
do
w
ns
f
rom
m
y
mo
m

s
ca
t
e
r
i
n
g
b
u
s
in
e
s
s she
u
s
ed
for
alm
o
st
t
wen
t
y
y
ea
r
s.
Th
es
e
ar
e
…pe
r
fe
c
t
.
T
h
ank
y
ou.
W
h
at

s
the
occa
s
ion?”

H
e
reached
out
and
t
ucked
a
st
r
and
of
hair
behind
her ea
r
.

E
arly
g
rand
openi
n
g
pr
e
s
en
t
.
Y
ou

re
the
b
e
st
cook
I
k
no
w
.
Y
ou
d
es
e
r
ve
the
b
e
s
t
.

S
he
reached
t
o
t
a
ke
h
i
s
hand,
p
l
an
t
ed
a
k
is
s
on
the
pal
m.
“S
o
d
o
y
o
u
.
W
h
e
n
w
il
l
y
o
u
e
ve
r
s
e
e
tha
t
,
N
ick?

S
he pu
r
p
os
e
f
u
l
ly
r
e
s
t
ed
her
o
ther
hand
on
the
s
ide
of
h
i
s
fac
e
.

H
e
cleared
h
i
s
throat
and
s
t
a
r
t
ed
t
o
pull
bac
k
.
S
he
recog
nize
d
th
e
g
e
s
t
ur
e
.
T
h
i
s
time,
how
e
ve
r
,
she
spoke
before
he did,

A
t
s
ome
p
o
in
t
,
y
ou
h
a
ve
t
o
g
ive me
a chanc
e
.
L
et
go of wha
t
eve
r

s
troubli
n
g
y
ou.
T
a
l
k
t
o
me,
N
ic
k
.
I
s
it
a
woman?
W
er
e
y
o
u
s
o
i
n
lov
e
tha
t
sh
e
hu
r
t
y
ou?”

S
lowl
y
,
he
lif
t
ed
her
hand
f
rom
h
i
s
face
and
held
i
t
,
k
i
s
si
n
g
the
palm
as
she
had
h
i
s.

I
f
I
could
t
a
l
k
a
bout
i
t
,
y
ou

d
be
th
e
on
e
I

d
t
e
l
l
.
Y
o
u
h
a
v
e
t
o
beli
e
v
e
tha
t
,
J
or
d
a
n
.

“Someho
w
,
I
k
now
that

s
t
r
u
e
.
J
ust
remembe
r
,
when
y
ou

re
read
y
.
I

l
l
be
r
ight
her
e
.

H
e
pa
u
s
ed
when
he
g
o
t
t
o
the
back
doo
r
.
J
u
st
before
t
u
r
ni
n
g
the
k
no
b
,
he
looked
at
her
and
said,

A
nd
j
u
st
s
o
y
ou
k
no
w
,
I

ve
n
e
ver
been
in
love
enough
for
a
n
y
one
t
o
hu
r
t
m
e
.

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