Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (110 page)

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l
led,
J
or
d
an
t
u
r
ned
t
o
face
Ett
a
M
a
e
.
“
W
h
y
would
y
ou
s
a
y
such a
thi
n
g?
N
ick
would never
do tha
t
.
”

Ett
a
M
ae
s
no
r
t
ed,
i
g
no
r
i
n
g
her
lo
y
a
l
t
y
.
“
Y
our
N
ick
sure pac
k
s
a
w
a
l
lop,
j
u
st
ask
S
a
l
T
urle
y
.
”
S
he
leaned
over
cl
o
s
er
t
o
J
or
d
an.
“
Y
our
N
ick
k
nocked
him
out
cold
l
ast
night
at
M
c
C
ready
’
s.
S
a
l
had
t
o
go
over
t
o
Do
c
’
s
and
get
h
i
s
head checked
ou
t
.
F
lynn
did
n
’t
even
get
a
chance
t
o
ca
l
l
E
than out
before
it
w
as
done
and
over
w
ith
.
”

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o
th
i
s
w
as
wha
t
N
ic
k
ha
d
mean
t
l
a
s
t
nigh
t
a
b
ou
t
the
t
o
w
n
needi
n
g
an
a
s
s-
k
ic
k
i
n
g
.
A
nd
h
e
’
d
already
thro
w
n
the fi
r
st
punc
h
.
Good
lord,
if
F
lynn
had
ca
l
led
E
than
C
ody
she
migh
t
h
a
v
e
ha
d
t
o
ba
i
l
N
ic
k
ou
t
o
f
j
a
i
l
l
a
s
t
nigh
t
.
The
whole
t
o
w
n
ha
d
t
o
b
e
ta
l
k
i
n
g
i
t
t
o
deat
h
.
T
h
at
fa
c
t
alone
hum
i
l
i
a
t
ed he
r
.
Before
she
did
a
little
a
s
s-
k
ic
k
i
n
g
of
her
o
w
n,
she
needed
t
o
get
more
fa
c
ts.
“
L
et
me
unde
r
s
t
and
th
i
s,
N
ic
k
…
g
o
t
in
t
o
a figh
t
…
l
ast
nigh
t
…
and
hit
S
a
l
T
urle
y
.
”

E
t
ta
M
a
e
s
nickered
.
“
W
a
s
n
’
t
muc
h
o
f
a
f
igh
t
f
ro
m
what
I
heard
.
Y
ou
r
N
ic
k
l
ai
d
hi
m
ou
t
s
t
on
e
col
d
w
it
h
on
e
punch
i
s
wha
t
h
e
did
.
T
h
e
n
mad
e
s
om
e
k
i
n
d
o
f
a
speech
,
t
o
ld
e
ve
r
y
on
e
a
t
th
e
ba
r
th
e
t
w
o
o
f
y
o
u
w
as
n
’
t
d
o
i
n
’
n
o
thi
n
’
out
ther
e
a
t
T
h
e
C
ov
e
.
”

“
W
hat?
”
J
or
d
a
n
s
a
w
s
t
a
r
s
.
S
he
s
e
ttle
d
H
u
t
t
o
n
o
n
the
coun
t
er
t
o
get
her
ba
l
ance,
r
ub
b
ed
a
hand
t
o
her
t
emple,
and wondered
if
th
i
s
could
get
a
n
y
wo
r
s
e
.
B
ut
then,
s
coo
p
i
n
g
up
H
u
t
t
on
,
sh
e
hu
r
r
ie
d
ou
t
,
t
e
ll
i
n
g
the
clerk
over
her
shoulde
r
,
“
I
’
l
l
be
back
for
that
pain
t
.
Y
ou
j
u
st
h
a
ve
it
read
y
.
”

A
t
a
fas
t
cli
p
,
J
or
d
a
n
w
a
l
k
e
d
in
t
o
the
g
r
oce
r
y
s
t
or
e
loo
k
i
n
g
fo
r
M
u
r
p
h
y
,
but
i
t
w
a
s
V
elm
a
S
p
ea
r
s
wh
o
manne
d
the
onl
y
ope
n
checkou
t
.
S
he
w
a
l
k
e
d
pas
t
V
elm
a
an
d
se
ve
r
al
cu
s
t
ome
r
s
,
do
w
n
e
ve
r
y
a
i
sl
e
loo
k
i
n
g
fo
r
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u
r
p
h
y
.
W
ith
e
ve
r
y
t
u
r
n
,
there
w
a
s
an
o
t
he
r
cus
t
ome
r
wh
o
s
t
oppe
d
i
n
the
mid
d
l
e
o
f
thei
r
shop
p
i
n
g
lo
n
g
enoug
h
t
o
s
t
ar
e
a
t
he
r
.
S
he f
ina
l
l
y
foun
d
M
u
r
p
h
y
s
t
oc
k
i
n
g
canne
d
goo
d
s
o
n
the
back a
i
sl
e
an
d
t
a
ppe
d
hi
m
o
n
the
shoulde
r
.
“
I
nee
d
t
o
t
a
l
k
t
o
y
ou.
C
oul
d
w
e
g
o
in
t
o
y
ou
r
office?”