Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (24 page)

“
W
hew!
I
’
m
no
ele
c
t
r
i
c
i
an.
Y
ou’
l
l
h
a
ve
t
o
hire
a
prof
e
s
s
iona
l
fo
r
tha
t
.
”

T
e
r
r
i
f
ic
.
T
h
e
d
o
-it-
y
ou
r
s
el
f
v
i
b
e
h
e
g
a
v
e
o
f
f
did
n
’t
includ
e
w
i
r
i
n
g
hundre
d
-
y
ea
r
-
ol
d
ho
u
s
e
s
.
“
M
u
r
p
hy
g
a
ve
m
e
th
e
nam
e
o
f
s
e
ve
r
a
l
i
n
S
an
t
a
C
r
uz
.
I
’
l
l
s
t
a
r
t
ma
k
i
n
g
s
om
e
ca
l
l
s
th
i
s
a
f
t
e
r
n
oo
n
.
”

B
ut
suddenl
y
,
N
ick
thought
of
an
o
ther
w
a
y
t
o
hel
p
.
“
I could
han
d
le
that
pa
r
t
for
y
ou.
I
might
k
now
s
omeone
who could
do
the
jo
b
.
”
H
e
w
as
ce
r
t
ain,
Ben
L
a
tham,
and
a
fo
r
mer
G
uar
d
budd
y
woul
d
h
a
v
e
n
o
qualm
s
a
b
ou
t
hel
p
i
n
g
ou
t
.
A
nd he
could
a
ls
o
a
r
ra
n
ge
t
o
p
a
y
him
w
ithout
J
or
d
an
e
ver
k
nowi
n
g
a
bout
i
t
.

H
er
e
y
ebro
w
s
r
os
e
.
“
Rea
l
ly?
T
h
at
’
d
be
g
rea
t
.
U
mm,
a
n
y idea
how
much
h
e
’
d
charge?”

H
e
shook
h
i
s
head.
“
N
o
idea
.
”

W
hen
they
g
o
t
t
o
the
fi
r
st
bathroom
off
the
f
ront
l
andi
n
g
,
N
ick
looked
in,
came
t
o
a
dec
i
s
ion
of
h
i
s
own.
T
h
e
room needed
a
new
t
oi
le
t
,
a
new
s
in
k
,
a
new
fauce
t
,
and
new
f
l
oori
n
g
.
H
ad
t
o
be
four
for
fou
r
,
he
though
t
,
a
n
y
thi
n
g
l
e
s
s
would come
off
as
unfin
i
shed
and
t
ac
k
y
.
“
Y
ou
were
n
’t
k
iddi
n
g
.
W
ha
t
mad
e
y
o
u
thin
k
y
o
u
coul
d f
i
x th
i
s
p
l
ace
up?”

“Sc
o
tt
g
rew
up
her
e
.
The
ho
u
s
e
belo
n
ged
t
o
h
i
s
g
randparents.
B
ut
they
l
o
st
the
ho
u
s
e
in
the
early
‘90s
and
had
t
o move
out
af
t
er
h
i
s
g
randfather
made
s
ome
bad
i
n
v
e
stmen
t
s.
W
hen
h
i
s
g
randpa
died,
Sc
o
t
t
prom
is
ed
h
i
s
g
randm
o
ther h
e
’
d
get
the
ho
u
s
e
back
for
he
r
.
Of
cou
r
s
e
she
died
before
he could.
B
ut
when
we
g
o
t
ma
r
r
ied,
we
bought
the
p
l
ace
and moved
back
here
t
o
ra
is
e
our
o
w
n
fam
i
l
y
.
S
i
x
months
af
t
er we
moved
bac
k
,
h
i
s
unit
g
o
t
ca
l
led
u
p
.
”

“
Y
ou
’
ve
been
li
v
i
n
g
out
here
alone
,
”
he
dec
l
ared
aloud, n
o
t
really
expe
c
ti
n
g
her
t
o
commen
t
.

“
U
n
t
i
l
H
u
t
t
o
n
cam
e
alo
n
g
,
y
e
s
.
”

A
pre
g
n
ant
woman,
alone, li
v
i
n
g
a
l
l
the
w
a
y
out
of
t
o
w
n l
i
ke
th
i
s
?
N
o
wonder
Sc
o
t
t
had
wo
r
r
ied
him
s
elf
s
ic
k
.
W
h
at if
sh
e
’
d
gone
in
t
o
la
bor
out
here?
W
hen
he
s
a
w
the
shadow of
wo
r
r
y
f
l
ut
t
er
in
her
e
y
e
s,
he
did
h
i
s
b
e
st
t
o
make
her
feel
bet
t
e
r
.
“
T
h
er
e
’
s
s
til
l
time
t
o
get
it
done,
J
or
d
a
n
.
I
t
can
s
til
l
happe
n
.
”
A
nd
b
y
Go
d
h
e
’
d
mak
e
it
happen
for
Sc
o
t
t
,
for
he
r
.