Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (106 page)

E
ven
in
the
moonlight
he
s
a
w
her
e
y
e
s
f
l
icke
r
w
ith
caution.
B
ut
he
had
t
o
as
k
.
“
W
h
y
do
y
ou
suppos
e
..
.
y
our husband,
Sc
o
t
t
,
felt
so
w
a
r
m
and
f
u
z
zy
a
bout
P
elican
P
o
in
t
e?”

S
u
r
p
r
ised,
at
the
ques
t
ion,
she
thought
for
a
momen
t
. “Sc
o
tt
’
s
parents
died
in
a
car
accident
when
he
w
as
f
i
v
e
.
H
e came
here
j
u
st
a
little
boy
t
o
live
w
ith
his
fathe
r
’
s
parents.
Sc
o
t
t
u
s
e
d
t
o
s
a
y
i
t
w
as
l
i
k
e
h
a
v
i
n
g
t
w
o
sets
o
f
paren
t
s
,
t
wo
sets
of
memo
r
ies,
those
when
he
w
as
ve
r
y
y
ou
n
g
,
ve
r
y
s
ma
l
l, then
those
that
came
w
ith
th
i
s
p
l
ac
e
.
W
hen
we
f
i
r
st
me
t
,
h
e
’
d
t
e
l
l
me
such
w
a
r
mhea
r
t
ed
s
t
o
r
ies
a
bout
th
i
s
t
o
w
n.
E
ve
r
y s
t
o
r
y
made
it
seem
l
i
ke
he
w
as
home
s
ic
k
,
and
could
n
’t
w
ait
t
o
get
back
her
e
.
H
e
made
the
p
l
ace
sound
l
i
ke
pa
r
adis
e
.
H
is s
t
o
r
ies
co
n
v
inced
me
it
m
u
st
be
the
g
rea
t
est
little
t
o
w
n
in the
s
t
a
t
e
of
C
a
liforn
i
a
.
”
S
he
l
aughed
and
shook
her
head.
“
H
e ce
r
t
ainly
sold
m
e
.
”

N
ick
could
re
l
a
te
.
Sc
o
t
t
had
done
the
same
thi
n
g
w
ith hi
m
.
T
hat
’
s
w
h
y
h
e
ha
d
t
o
as
k
.
“
D
o
y
o
u
thin
k
h
e
migh
t
h
a
ve
bu
i
lt
it
up
in
his
mind
l
i
ke
somethi
n
g
he
w
an
t
ed
it
t
o
be,
but
w
a
s
n
’
t
,
an
idy
l
lic
p
l
ace
that
n
e
ver
ac
t
ua
l
ly
ex
is
t
ed?”

J
or
d
an
did
n
’t
h
a
ve
t
o
think
lo
n
g.
“
C
ould
b
e
.
Sc
o
t
t
w
as
ove
r
l
y
o
pt
im
i
s
t
ic
…
a
b
ou
t
e
ve
r
y
thi
n
g.
H
e
migh
t
h
a
v
e
roman
tic
i
ze
d
th
e
t
o
w
n
a
b
i
t
,
ex
a
g
ge
r
a
t
e
d
e
ve
n
.
H
e
ha
d
suc
h
high
hop
e
s
for
us
her
e
.
B
ut
as
y
ou
’
ve
seen,
the
people
h
a
ve
n
’t exactly
lived
up
t
o
the
p
ic
t
ure
Sc
o
t
t
pain
t
ed
.
”

N
ick
could
n
’t
h
a
ve
a
g
reed
more,
w
an
t
ed
t
o
s
a
y
a
b
ig amen
t
o
tha
t
.
W
as
now
the
time
t
o
t
e
l
l
her
h
e
’
d
k
no
w
n
Sco
t
t? The
though
t
n
agge
d
a
t
hi
m
a
s
h
e
r
a
n
a
t
en
t
a
t
iv
e
han
d
ove
r
h
is quea
s
y
be
l
l
y
.
H
is
ne
r
ves
sp
i
k
ed.
A
f
t
er
the
k
ind
of
night
h
e
’
d had
up
t
o
th
i
s
p
o
in
t
,
the
l
ast
thi
n
g
he
w
an
t
ed
t
o
ta
l
k
a
bout
w
as
tha
t
d
a
y
.

“
W
h
y
do
y
ou
ask?”

“T
his
t
o
w
n
could
use
a
s
w
ift
k
ick
in
the
a
s
s
.
”