Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (4 page)

S
a
t
is
f
ie
d
h
e
w
a
s
n

t
le
a
v
i
n
g
a
n
y
thi
n
g
behind
,
h
e
s
wu
n
g the
b
a
g
ove
r
h
i
s
shoulde
r
,
c
r
o
ss
e
d
t
o
the
bureau
,
an
d
p
icked u
p
h
i
s
m
o
t
or
c
y
cl
e
helme
t
.
T
a
k
i
n
g
on
e
l
as
t
loo
k
aroun
d
the
roo
m
h
e
sucke
d
i
n
a
dee
p
breath
.
H
e
h
es
i
t
a
t
e
d
onl
y
b
r
ief
ly
befor
e
t
u
r
ni
n
g
the
k
no
b
.

B
e
s
t
t
o
ge
t
th
i
s
ove
r
an
d
done
w
ith
,

h
e
mut
t
ered
,
a
s
h
e
thre
w
ope
n
the
doo
r
an
d
strode
out
in
t
o
the
par
k
i
n
g
l
o
t
.

D
e
s
p
i
te
a
F
eb
r
ua
r
y
ma
r
i
n
e
l
a
y
e
r
,
th
e
su
n
mad
e
enough o
f
a
n
appea
r
anc
e
i
n
th
e
eas
t
e
r
n
s
k
y
to
b
r
u
s
h
alo
ng
th
e
ho
r
izon
,
st
r
i
n
g
i
ng
ou
t
da
b
s
o
f
o
ra
n
g
e
strea
k
s
her
e
an
d
ther
e.
F
o
r
hi
m
d
a
ybrea
k
ha
d
al
w
a
y
s
bee
n
th
e
b
e
s
t
tim
e
o
f
d
a
y
.
H
e t
oo
k
a
minu
te
to
enjo
y
th
e
c
r
i
s
p
ai
r
,
befor
e
s
t
o
w
i
ng
h
i
s
gea
r
.
Relu
c
t
antl
y
,
h
e
st
r
ad
d
le
d
th
e
H
arle
y
,
s
n
ap
p
i
ng
th
e
st
r
a
p
on
h
i
s
helme
t
.
H
e
t
u
r
n
e
d
th
e
ke
y
i
n
th
e
i
g
ni
tio
n
an
d
th
e
e
n
g
i
ne
r
umble
d
to
lif
e.
S
lowl
y
h
e
mad
e
h
i
s
w
a
y
ou
t
o
f
th
e
par
k
i
ng
l
o
t
,
mad
e
a
r
igh
t
t
u
r
n
on
to
th
e
101
,
an
d
heade
d
no
r
t
h
alo
ng
th
e
r
u
gge
d
C
a
lifo
r
n
ia
coas
t
.

W
hen
the
w
ind
hit
h
i
s
face,
he
g
unned
the
e
n
g
ine,
p
ic
k
i
n
g
up
speed,
t
r
y
i
n
g
t
o
out
r
un
the
dread
of
what
he
had
t
o d
o
.
H
e
could
n
’t
ca
l
l
her
ahead
of
tim
e
.
H
e
did
n
’t
d
ar
e
.
I
f
he could
h
a
ve
merely
p
icked
up
the
phone
it
would
h
a
ve
made thi
n
g
s
s
o
much
ea
s
ie
r
.
The
idea
of
f
i
n
a
l
ly
h
a
v
i
n
g
t
o
face
her
p
iss
ed
him
off.
H
e
in
c
rea
s
ed
h
i
s
speed,
a
n
g
r
y
that
what
he had
t
o
s
a
y
t
o
J
or
d
an
P
h
il
li
p
s
could
n
’t
be
said
over
the god
d
amned
phon
e
.

 

 

Eight
y
mile
s
t
o
the
no
r
th,
alo
n
g
a
r
u
gge
d
s
e
c
t
ion
o
f
clif
f
s and
v
i
s
t
as
,
J
or
d
an
P
h
il
l
i
p
s s
t
ood on the
c
rea
k
y
, wooden
f
ront
porc
h
o
f
a
n
ol
d
Q
uee
n
A
n
n
e
V
i
c
t
o
r
i
a
n
hou
s
e
,
t
r
y
i
n
g
he
r
b
e
s
t
t
o
w
a
k
e
u
p
.
S
he
tippe
d
u
p
a
s
t
eami
n
g
c
u
p
o
f
cof
f
ee
t
o
he
r
li
p
s
an
d
le
t
a
s
ig
h
ou
t
.
S
he
coul
d
s
e
e
he
r
breat
h
i
n
the
w
in
t
e
r
ai
r
.
T
h
i
s
w
a
s
he
r
f
a
vo
r
i
t
e
tim
e
o
f
d
a
y
,
w
a
t
chi
n
g the
f
i
r
s
t
hin
t
o
f
su
n
ti
p
the
s
k
y
a
b
r
il
l
i
ant
pas
t
e
l
whe
n
i
t
s
eemed
t
o
he
r
the
be
g
inni
n
g
o
f
eac
h
d
a
y
hel
d
s
o
muc
h
prom
is
e
.
S
he
fel
t
sh
e
coul
d
d
o
a
n
y
thi
n
g
.
F
o
r
a
b
out
hal
f
a
n
hou
r
each mo
r
ni
n
g
sh
e
fel
t
ener
g
i
zed
,
i
n
v
in
c
ibl
e
e
ve
n
.
O
k
a
y
,
s
o
the
feeli
n
g
did
n

t
l
a
s
t
lo
n
g
.
B
ut
out
her
e
alon
e
fo
r
t
w
o
y
ea
r
s,
J
or
d
a
n
s
ometim
e
s
wondere
d
ho
w
sh
e

d
man
a
ge
d
b
y
he
r
s
elf fo
r
s
o
lo
n
g
.
F
i
r
s
t
,
Sc
o
tt
ha
d
bee
n
deplo
y
e
d
an
d
there
had bee
n
that
e
xpe
c
t
atio
n
h
e

d
com
e
bac
k
i
n
on
e
p
iec
e
.

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