Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (216 page)

N
ick
put
h
i
s
a
r
ms
around
her
and
k
i
s
s
ed
her
on
the
t
empl
e
.

I

m
in
a
we
of
th
i
s
v
ie
w
.


I
t
i
s
beauti
f
ul
here
at
th
i
s
sp
ot
.
Y
ou
can
s
ee
the
entire cove
f
rom
her
e
.


Y
eah.
B
ut
I
w
a
s
n
’t
t
a
l
k
i
n
g
a
bout
that
v
ie
w
.

H
e
t
ook
her face
in
b
o
th
of
h
i
s
han
d
s.

N
o
w
,
th
i
s
one,
I

m
n
o
t
qui
t
e
u
s
ed
t
o
,
it
s
eems
I
can
never
get
m
y
f
il
l.
T
h
i
s
i
s
the
one
I

m
pa
r
ti
c
u
l
arly
fond
of
s
t
a
r
i
n
g
a
t
,
s
t
ud
y
i
n
g
,
e
spec
i
a
l
ly
th
e
s
e
choco
l
a
t
e brown
e
y
e
s
of
y
ou
r
s
.


A
hh,
we
l
l,
I
brought
a
b
l
anke
t
.
I
thought
we
could


H
er
v
o
ice
tra
i
led
off
as
he
t
ook
her
mout
h
.
T
h
e
k
i
s
s
ha
d
a slow
bu
r
n
e
r
u
p
ti
n
g
in
t
o
a
b
la
z
e
.

B
ut
when
it
fi
na
l
l
y
d
a
w
n
e
d
o
n
hi
m
wha
t
sh
e
w
as
hint
i
n
g
a
t
,
he
said,

A
b
l
anket?
M
y
k
ind
of
woman
.

A
nd
s
t
a
r
t
ed peeli
n
g
her
out
of
her
cl
o
th
e
s
as
they
dropped
t
o
the
s
oft
g
ra
s
s.
T
o
gether
they
man
a
ged
t
o
spread
out
the
b
l
anket
as they
ro
l
led
in
a
t
a
ng
le
of
a
r
ms
and
le
g
s
and
body
m
e
shi
n
g in
t
o
bod
y
.

N
ick
prom
is
ed
him
s
elf
th
i
s
time
h
e

d
slow
do
w
n
and enjoy
the
le
i
surely
pe
r
u
sal
over
e
ve
r
y
t
e
x
t
ure
and
t
as
t
e
of
her s
k
i
n
.
B
ut
the
minu
t
e
J
or
d
an
be
g
an
t
o
unbut
t
on
h
i
s
jeans,
the fire
i
g
ni
t
ed
in
t
o
a
f
u
r
n
ac
e
.
They
could
n
’t
get
t
o
each
o
ther fast
enough.


H
u
r
r
y
,
N
ick!”
J
or
d
an
said
impatiently
as
she
slicked her
t
o
n
g
ue
alo
n
g
h
i
s
t
o
r
s
o
,
d
r
i
v
i
n
g
him
in
t
o
madn
es
s.

“T
h
at

s
a
l
l
I
w
ant
t
o
do
when
y
ou
t
ouch
me,
J
or
d
an,
i
s hu
r
r
y
.
I
ca
n
’t
s
eem
t
o
slow
do
w
n
or
get
enough
of
y
ou
.

On
h
i
s
bac
k
,
stre
t
ched
ou
t
,
he
w
a
t
ched
as
J
or
d
an
slid down
h
i
s
body
and
straddled
him,
quickly
t
a
k
i
n
g
him
in
t
o he
r
.
A
s
she
be
g
an
t
o
r
ide
at
a
fast
cli
p
,
a
l
l
he
could
think
a
bout
w
as
how
he
could
n
’t
get
deep
enough.
I
t
would
n
e
ver
be deep
enough.
H
e
t
weaked
and
p
l
ay
ed
w
ith
her
r
o
s
y-
t
ipped nippl
e
s
as
she
moved
in
and
out
a
bove
him.
W
hen
she
let out
a
low
moan
of
sat
is
fa
c
tion,
he
s
imply
lif
t
ed
h
i
s
hi
p
s
and be
g
an
t
o
pump
fas
t
e
r
,
draini
n
g
him
s
elf
and
the
s
o
r
ro
w
s
h
e

d felt
earlier
in
t
o
J
or
d
an.

 

 

Later, as she
zipped up her jeans and stepped into her sandals, she asked, “Tell me again why we waited so long to do this?”

He chuckled at the breathless way she huffed that out and shook his head. “We’re making up for lost time.”

She giggled like a school girl. “What were you doing out here anyway, Nick? You looked deep in thought.”

H
e
lied.
A
g
ai
n
.

J
u
st
thin
k
i
n
g
a
bout
m
y
l
i
st
of
chor
e
s.
M
y
mo
r
ni
n
g
w
as
already
p
l
anned
out
unt
i
l
th
i
s
v
i
x
en
came alo
n
g
and
s
idet
r
acked
m
e
.

H
e
slipped
on
h
i
s
t
enn
i
s
sho
e
s and
quickly
added,

W
h
i
le
I
do
n
’t
mind
the
d
i
st
r
a
c
tion,
it

s past
time
I
rep
l
aced
the
broken
w
indow
in
that
u
p
s
t
ai
r
s
bathroo
m
.
I
p
icked
up
the
pane
of
g
l
a
s
s
y
e
s
t
er
d
a
y
.

H
e
fa
i
led
t
o mention
h
e

d
spent
the
bet
t
er
pa
r
t
of
that
mo
r
ni
n
g
at
Sc
o
t
t

s
g
r
a
ve
before
ma
k
i
n
g
it
in
t
o
P
elican
P
o
in
t
e
where
F
er
g
u
s
on
had
a
c
t
ua
l
ly
opened
up
on
a
S
un
d
a
y
for
the
g
uy
slowly becomi
n
g
h
i
s
b
e
st
cu
s
t
ome
r
.
I
t
would
n
’t
do
t
o
dwe
l
l
on
that no
w
.
H
e
p
icked
up
the
b
l
anket
and
g
a
ve
J
or
d
an
a
light
k
is
s
on the
li
p
s
before
quietly
t
e
l
li
n
g
he
r
,

T
h
e
minu
t
e
H
u
t
t
o
n
go
e
s do
w
n
for
her
af
t
e
r
noo
n
na
p
,
f
i
n
d
m
e
.
I
prom
is
e
t
o
mak
e
it
wo
r
th
y
our
wh
i
l
e
.

A
s
they
s
t
a
r
t
ed
back
t
o
the
ho
u
s
e,
she
threw
him
a
sult
r
y loo
k
,
and
said
s
impl
y
,

I

m
coun
t
i
n
g
on
i
t
.

Onc
e
u
p
s
t
ai
r
s
,
h
e
g
o
t
t
o
wor
k
.
H
i
s
f
i
r
s
t
orde
r
o
f
bu
s
in
e
s
s
w
a
s
t
o
ge
t
the
c
racke
d
pan
e
out
o
f
the
f
ram
e
w
ithout
getti
n
g
g
l
a
s
s
e
ve
r
y
wher
e
.
I
t
did
n

t
t
a
k
e
lo
n
g
t
o
realiz
e
there
w
a
s
n
o
w
a
y
aroun
d
tha
t
.
T
h
e
pan
e
o
f
g
l
a
s
s
c
racke
d
in
t
o
three
n
o
t-
s
o
-
nea
t
p
iec
e
s
.
H
e
di
d
h
i
s
b
e
s
t
t
o
t
ug
o
n
eac
h
pan
e
un
t
i
l
the
y
a
l
l
poppe
d
out
o
f
the
fram
e
.
B
ut
n
o
t
cleanl
y
.
S
h
ar
d
s
of broke
n
g
l
a
s
s
s
t
uc
k
t
o
h
i
s
f
i
n
ge
r
s
.
A
f
t
e
r
pains
t
a
k
i
n
gl
y
cleani
n
g
u
p
the
p
iec
e
s
,
h
e
p
icke
d
u
p
the
ne
w
pan
e
o
f
g
l
a
s
s
and e
y
e
d
the
measuremen
t
s
.
D
am
n
F
er
g
u
s
on
,
h
e
though
t
,
and realize
d
the
c
ut
w
a
s
of
f
j
u
s
t
a
f
ra
c
tio
n
.
I
t
woul
d
prob
a
bl
y
be
a
tigh
t
fi
t
.
S
wea
r
i
n
g
,
h
e
weighe
d
h
i
s
o
p
tions
.
H
e
coul
d
t
a
ke i
t
bac
k
t
o
F
er
g
u
s
o
n

s
an
d
h
a
v
e
hi
m
t
r
i
m
i
t
do
w
n
o
r
,
h
e
could
t
r
y
t
o
forc
e
i
t
in
t
o
the
f
ram
e
.
I
f
h
e
coul
d
ge
t
the
p
iec
e
t
o f
l
e
x
slightl
y
,
i
t
migh
t
j
u
s
t
wor
k
.
G
i
n
gerl
y
,
h
e
p
os
itione
d
the
pan
e
in
t
o
the
f
rame
,
gentl
y
appl
y
i
n
g
pr
e
s
sur
e
t
o
the
g
l
a
s
s.
S
uddenl
y
the
g
l
a
s
s
poppe
d
bac
k
,
brok
e
of
f
sha
r
pl
y
,
and slice
d
a
g
a
s
h
a
c
r
os
s
h
i
s
lef
t
w
r
i
s
t
st
r
aigh
t
a
c
r
os
s
the
a
r
t
e
r
y
.

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