Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (221 page)

“
N
o
.
N
o
.
N
o
.
H
e
i
s
n
’t
dead…he
i
s
n
’
t
…
” “
S
hhhh.
Y
ou
were
dreami
n
g
,
N
ic
k
.
”

“
W
ha
t
ti
m
e
i
s
it?”

“
A
lm
o
st
fiv
e
.
Y
ou
needed
the
slee
p
,
b
a
b
y
.
”
C
ontinui
n
g
t
o
mop
h
i
s
brow
w
ith
the
w
ashcl
o
th,
she
w
as
su
r
p
r
is
ed
when he
s
til
led
her
hand.
“
D
o
n
’
t
.
Do
n
’t
be
nice
t
o
me,
J
or
d
a
n
.
I do
n
’t
d
es
e
r
ve
i
t
.
”

“T
h
at
’
s
r
idi
c
ulous.
Y
ou
show
up
and
t
u
r
n
th
i
s
p
l
ace around.
Beca
u
s
e
of
y
ou,
we
might
a
c
t
ua
l
ly
open
on
tim
e
.
Y
ou
’
re
a
good
man,
N
ic
k
.
”
T
r
y
i
n
g
for
a
ligh
t
er
t
one,
she
k
i
s
s
ed h
i
s
mouth,
lo
n
g
and
hard.
“
A
nd
j
u
st
remembe
r
,
I
pe
r
s
onally
k
now
exa
c
tly
how
ve
r
y
good
y
ou
ar
e
.
”

H
e
g
a
v
e
he
r
a
wea
k
g
r
in
,
bu
t
fe
l
l
bac
k
o
n
th
e
pil
lo
w
s.
“
I
’m
n
ot
.
”

“
W
hat
’
s
troubli
ng
y
ou
,
N
ick
?
T
a
l
k
to
m
e.
T
e
l
l
me what
’
s
w
ro
n
g
.
”

“
I
t
’
s
s
omethi
n
g…
I
h
a
ve
t
o
deal
w
ith
on
m
y
own
.
”

“
Y
o
u
do
n
’
t
,
y
o
u
k
n
o
w
,
h
a
v
e
t
o
dea
l
w
it
h
i
t
l
i
k
e
tha
t
.
P
eople
of
t
en
think
they
d
o
,
but
ta
l
k
i
n
g
a
bout
it
hel
p
s
.
”

“
I
’
ve
been
t
o
sh
r
in
k
s
.
”

“
N
o
sh
r
in
k
s
here,
N
ic
k
.
I
t
’
s
j
u
st
y
ou
and
m
e
.
”
S
he
p
icked up
h
i
s
uninjured
hand
and
k
iss
ed
the
pal
m
.
“
W
hen
y
ou
’
re ready
t
o
t
e
l
l
me,
I
’
l
l
be
r
ight
her
e
.
I
’
l
l
b
r
i
n
g
y
ou
s
ome
suppe
r
.
”

“
N
o
.
I
’
l
l
get
u
p
. I
need
t
o get
u
p
,
J
or
d
an
.
”

“
O
k
a
y
.
W
ant
me
t
o
help
y
ou
s
t
and
up?”

“
I
can
do
i
t
.
T
h
an
k
s
.
”

“
B
i
g
t
o
ug
h
g
u
y
,
are
n
’
t
y
ou?
”
S
he
alm
o
s
t
though
t
she
s
a
w
him
s
m
i
l
e
.
B
ut
she
left
hi
m
t
o
man
a
g
e
o
n
h
i
s
o
wn.

A
few
minu
t
e
s
l
at
er
he
w
a
l
k
ed
in
t
o
the
k
i
t
chen,
weari
n
g
jeans
and
a
but
t
on
-
do
w
n
shi
r
t
h
e
’
d
left
open
beca
u
s
e
he could
n
’t
work
the
but
t
ons.
S
he
had
t
o
admit
he
had
more color
in
h
i
s
fac
e
.
H
e
did
n
’t
li
n
ger
t
oo
lo
n
g
in
the
doo
r
w
a
y though
beca
u
s
e
he
did
n
’t
look
a
l
l
that
s
t
eady
on
h
i
s
fee
t
.
W
hen
he
pa
s
s
ed
by
where
H
ut
t
on
s
t
ood,
he
bent
do
w
n
and
t
weaked
her
little
n
os
e
.
“
H
i
there,
B
londi
e
.
H
o
w
’
s
m
y
b
e
st
g
irl?”
F
eeli
n
g
a
li
t
tle
n
au
s
ea
t
ed,
he
dropped
in
t
o
a
c
h
air
at the
t
a
ble
and
put
h
i
s
head
in
h
i
s
good
hand.