Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (72 page)

S
is
s
y
s
nor
t
ed.
“
W
ade,
t
wen
t
y
-
f
i
ve
ca
r
s
rolli
n
g
down
M
ain
S
treet
for
l
es
s
than
an
hour
wo
n
’t
hurt
the
air
one
d
a
y
out
of
th
e
y
ea
r
fo
r
ch
r
is
sak
e
s
.
Ge
t
real
.
”

“
S
is
s
y
,
w
e
h
a
v
e
s
e
ve
n
pa
r
ad
e
s
i
n
th
i
s
t
o
w
n
a
y
ea
r
,
th
i
s one
celeb
r
a
t
i
n
g
spri
n
g
,
pl
u
s
the
o
the
r
s
on
M
emor
i
al
D
a
y
,
F
ourth
of
J
u
l
y
,
La
bor
D
a
y
,
H
o
mecomi
n
g
, our o
w
n ve
r
s
ion of
the
T
h
anks
g
i
v
i
n
g
pa
r
ade,
and
C
h
r
i
stmas.
W
e
need
t
o
s
et a
bet
t
er
e
xampl
e
.
A
nd
the
k
i
d
s
love
t
o
deco
r
a
t
e
their
o
w
n
wa
gon
s
an
d
bi
k
e
s
.
I
t
mak
e
s
e
ve
n
th
e
y
ou
ng
e
s
t
k
i
d
fee
l
l
i
ke
the
y
’
re
a
pa
r
t
of
the
f
e
s
t
i
v
i
t
i
e
s.
I
t
i
s
n
’t
r
ight
y
ou
keep
t
r
y
i
n
g
t
o
limit
who
pa
r
ti
c
ipa
t
e
s.
T
hat
’
s
wha
t
P
e
lica
n
P
o
in
t
e
i
s
a
l
l
a
bou
t
,
communi
t
y
,
ma
k
i
n
g
sure
e
ve
r
y
one
ge
t
s
a
chance
t
o feel involved.”

D
o
i
n
g
h
i
s
b
e
st
t
o
put
an
end
t
o
their
s
ni
p
i
n
g
at
each
othe
r
,
M
u
r
p
h
y
t
r
ied
for
cal
m
.
“
W
e
’
ve
been
over
th
i
s
.
”
B
ut
as
usual it
did
n
’t
t
a
ke
lo
n
g
before
they
ch
os
e
up
s
id
e
s
e
ven
f
urthe
r
, three
a
g
ainst
t
w
o
.
W
ade
had
M
u
r
p
h
y
and
B
ran,
h
i
s
weekly f
i
shi
n
g
buddi
e
s,
in
h
i
s
co
r
ne
r
,
wh
i
le
S
is
s
y
and
K
ent
al
w
a
y
s
t
eamed
up
a
g
ainst
a
n
y
thi
n
g
that
had
P
elican
P
o
inte
loo
k
i
n
g out
d
a
t
ed.
K
ent
and
S
i
s
s
y
did
n
’t
hide
their
d
es
ire
t
o
b
r
i
n
g
the
t
o
w
n
k
ic
k
i
n
g
and
s
c
reami
n
g
in
t
o
the
t
wen
t
y-fi
r
s
t
cen
t
u
r
y
,
a
l
l the
wh
i
le
t
r
y
i
n
g
t
o
fi
g
ure
the
b
e
st
a
n
gle
whereby
they
could make
a
fast
buck
for
them
s
elv
e
s
in
the
proc
es
s.
F
or
t
una
t
ely the
r
e
st
of
the
t
o
w
n
coun
ci
l
k
new
the
d
r
il
l.

“
U
s
i
n
g
th
e
ho
r
s
e
s
woul
d
mak
e
th
e
pa
r
ad
e
more
r
u
s
tic
,
”
B
r
a
n
o
f
fered
,
j
u
s
t
t
o
ge
t
a
r
i
s
e
ou
t
of
S
i
s
s
y
,
which
w
a
s
n’t
di
f
f
i
c
ul
t
when
e
ver
sh
e
w
a
s
i
n
a
s
ni
t
,
whic
h
w
a
s
p
ra
c
tica
l
l
y
a
l
l
th
e
ti
m
e
.

B
ut
as
usual,
S
i
s
s
y
w
as
ready
for
a
f
i
gh
t
.
“Then
y
ou
clean up
the
streets,
B
ran.
H
o
r
s
e
s
le
a
ve
shit
in
their
w
a
k
e
.
A
nd nobody
car
e
s
a
bout
r
ustic
or
quain
t
.
I
’
m
s
ick
of
hea
r
i
n
g
tha
t
.
P
elican
P
o
in
t
e
st
il
l
l
a
n
g
u
i
sh
e
s
in
the
bac
k
woo
d
s.
God,
w
il
l
y
ou
people
e
ver
be
a
ble
t
o
le
a
ve the
’80s
behind
for
good?”