Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (205 page)

“
W
e
l
l, it
w
as
or
g
anic peanut
but
t
e
r
.
A
nd
y
ou
could
marke
t
tha
t
j
a
m
o
f
y
ou
r
s
.
”

H
e
fo
l
lowed
her
in
t
o
the
k
i
t
chen
ca
r
r
y
i
n
g
the
bad-
t
asti
n
g
ca
ss
erol
e
.
“
D
o
y
ou
think
Q
uake
would
eat
it?”

“
I
do
n
’
t
w
an
t
t
o
mak
e
hi
m
s
ic
k
.
C
hun
k
i
t
do
wn
the
d
i
sp
o
sal
.
”

N
ick
be
g
an
s
c
r
a
p
i
n
g
the
v
i
le
conco
c
tion
in
t
o
the
s
in
k
.
W
hen
she
s
a
w
he
in
t
ended
t
o
help
her
w
ith
the
d
i
sh
e
s,
she shook
her
head,
t
e
l
li
n
g
him,
“
Go
o
n
.
K
eep
an
e
y
e
on
H
ut
t
o
n
.
I
t
wo
n
’t
ta
ke
me
lo
n
g
t
o
clean
th
i
s
m
es
s
up
and
s
t
a
r
t
the
d
i
sh
w
ashe
r
.
I
’
l
l
put
her
do
w
n
for
her
nap
af
t
er
I
get
done
in
her
e
.
”

“
A
re
y
ou
sure?”

“
P
os
itiv
e
.
”

A
s
s
o
on
a
s
she
had
the
k
i
t
c
hen
cleaned
u
p
,
she
headed
do
w
n
the
hall
w
a
y
t
o
the
li
v
i
n
g
roo
m
.
Befor
e
she
rounded
the
co
r
ne
r
,
the
quiet
t
o
l
d
her
the
T
V
w
a
s
n
’
t
o
n
.
T
h
ere were no
v
o
ic
e
s
, no
g
iggli
n
g
, and no
s
oun
d
s
o
f p
l
a
y
i
n
g
.
S
he
s
t
opped
and
s
t
ared.
N
ic
k
w
a
s
sp
r
a
wle
d
on
the
r
ug
and
H
ut
t
on
had
c
urled
up
b
e
s
ide
him
w
ith
her
little
a
r
m
s
r
e
st
i
n
g
on
h
i
s
ch
e
s
t
.
I
n
a
mat
t
er
o
f
minu
t
e
s
they
had
b
o
th
fa
l
len
s
ound
aslee
p
.
U
n
beli
e
v
a
bl
y
moved,
J
or
d
an
sat
do
w
n
in
the
near
e
st
chai
r
.
H
er
e
y
e
s
blu
r
red
w
ith
t
ea
r
s
.
H
er
hea
r
t
fel
t
l
i
ke
bu
r
s
t
i
n
g
w
ith
the
lov
e
she
had
fo
r
th
i
s
ma
n
.

T
ha
t
af
t
e
r
noon,
they
packed
up
their
beach
gear
and headed
down
the
tra
i
l
t
o
the
c
ove
t
o
spend
the
r
e
st
of
the
d
a
y
near
the
w
a
t
e
r
.
I
t
did
n
’t
t
a
ke
fi
v
e
minu
t
e
s
befor
e
H
u
t
t
on
and
Quake
were
s
oon
r
unni
n
g
around
on
the
beach.
A
t
one p
o
in
t
,
H
ut
t
on
t
r
ipped
and
fe
l
l,
s
t
a
r
t
ed
c
r
y
i
n
g
and
before
J
or
d
an could
reach
he
r
,
N
ick
had her
bundled
up
in
h
i
s
a
r
ms, instin
c
tively
b
r
ushi
n
g
the
sand
off
of
her
face
and
out
of
her e
y
e
s,
t
e
l
li
n
g
he
r
,
“
H
ey
there,
it
’
s
o
k
a
y
.
S
hhhh,
do
n
’t
c
r
y
.
”

J
or
d
an
w
at
ched
care
f
u
l
ly
as
N
ick
bounced
her
d
augh
t
er
up
and
do
w
n
before
gently
s
itti
n
g
her
back
do
w
n
on the
sand,
t
r
y
i
n
g
t
o
d
i
st
r
a
c
t
her
w
ith
a
p
l
as
t
ic
shovel
as
he moved
sand
back
and
fo
r
th.
F
orget
t
i
n
g
the
t
umble,
H
ut
t
on
s
oon
s
t
a
r
t
ed
t
o
get
the
ha
n
g
of
the
shovel.
W
ith
wet
sand
she be
g
an
work
on
pi
li
n
g
the
s
t
uff
in
t
o
a
mound.
W
ith
h
i
s
b
ig han
d
s
N
ick
be
g
an
t
o
shape
the
mound
of
sand
in
t
o
s
om
e
thi
n
g
r
e
s
embli
n
g
a
castl
e
.