Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (121 page)

“
M
u
r
p
h
y
said
she
once
g
o
t
s
o
d
r
unk
at
the
bank
C
h
r
i
stmas
pa
r
t
y
she
s
t
a
r
t
ed
coun
t
i
n
g
on
her
f
i
n
ge
r
s
who
w
as
slee
p
i
n
g
w
ith
whom
and
nami
n
g
nam
e
s
.
”

“T
h
at
s
oun
d
s
l
i
ke
good
old
S
i
s
s
y
.
H
o
w
’
d
it
a
l
l
end
up?”

“
A
fight
broke
out
be
t
ween
S
a
l
ly
P
e
t
e
r
s
on
and
A
dele
S
im
p
s
on
over
D
r
ake
S
im
p
s
on
wh
o
’
d
a
ls
o
been
fooli
n
g around
w
ith
G
i
n
ger
H
am
p
t
on,
a
s
t
yl
i
st
and
ta
t
t
oo
a
r
t
i
st
at the
S
nip
’
N
C
url
.
”

“
C
om
e
on
,
y
ou
’
r
e
ma
k
i
n
g
tha
t
u
p
.
”

S
he
c
r
o
s
s
ed
her
fi
n
ge
r
s
over
her
hea
r
t
and
held
up
her
r
i
ght
hand.
“
N
op
e
.
Someone
k
nocked
over
the
punch
bowl and
a
food
fight
ensued.
I
t
happened
at
the
communi
t
y
room at
the
churc
h
.
Y
ou
can
ask
around
if
y
ou
do
n
’t
beli
e
ve
m
e
.
”

H
e
g
r
inned.
“
I
’
l
l
t
a
ke
y
our
word
for
i
t
.
”

“
I
’
ve
been
thin
k
i
n
g
a
bout
L
il
ly
and
the
k
i
d
s.
T
h
er
e
’
s
s
o much
t
o
do out here, I think it
’
s time
t
o make her an of
f
e
r
,
m
a
yb
e
pa
r
t-
t
im
e
a
t
fi
r
st
and
then
add
more
hou
r
s
when
we ope
n
.
I
think
sh
e
’
d
be
a
real
a
ss
e
t
.
A
nd
she
can
b
r
i
n
g
the
k
i
d
s
w
ith
her
wh
i
le
she
wor
k
s
.
”

“T
hen
do
i
t
.
”

“T
h
er
e
’
s
a
proble
m
.
I
’
m
pret
t
y
sur
e
sh
e
’
d
h
a
v
e
t
o
g
iv
e
up
her
su
b
s
idy
f
rom
the
coun
t
y
.
W
h
at
if
she
g
iv
e
s
that
up
and The
C
ove
t
u
r
ns
out
t
o
be
a
b
u
s
t
.
”

H
e
g
a
v
e
her
a
sa
d
loo
k
.
“
C
ome
on
J
or
d
an,
y
ou
do
n
’t
rea
ll
y
beli
e
v
e
tha
t
.
T
u
r
ni
n
g
th
i
s
ho
u
s
e
in
t
o
a
B
&
B
i
s
a
t
e
r
r
i
f
i
c
idea.
W
e
j
u
st
h
a
ve
t
o
make
it
happe
n
.
A
nd
w
e
’
re d
o
i
n
g
that
e
ve
r
y
d
a
y
.
”
H
e
ticke
d
of
f
s
e
ve
r
al
fi
n
ge
r
s.
“
F
i
r
s
t
,
y
ou
h
a
v
e
beach
acc
e
s
s
.
Second,
y
ou
of
f
er
comfo
r
ta
ble,
spa
c
io
u
s
rooms.
T
h
row
in
mea
l
s
that
ma
n
y
h
o
t
el
r
e
s
t
au
r
an
t
s
onl
y
dream
a
bout
s
e
r
v
i
n
g
.
T
h
ird,
y
ou
of
f
er
the
onl
y
p
l
ac
e
t
o s
t
a
y
w
ithin
a
s
e
ven
t
y-fiv
e
-
m
il
e
ra
di
us
.
Y
ou’
l
l
make
it
wor
k
, w
e
’
l
l
make
it
wor
k
.
”

“
H
ow
i
s
it
y
ou
al
w
a
y
s
k
now
the
r
ight
thi
n
g
t
o
s
a
y
t
o
m
e
? T
h
an
k
s
.
”
S
he
t
ook
a
s
ip
of
w
ine,
licked
her
li
p
s.
“
I
think
that b
a
by
ca
r
r
ier
for
the
bi
ke
i
s
a
good
idea.
T
h
e
g
u
e
sts
ca
n
al
w
a
y
s u
s
e
it
if
they
b
r
i
n
g
their
t
oddle
r
s
w
ith
them.
H
ow
a
bout
we
s
ee
if
we
can
p
ick
one
up
in
t
o
w
n
t
omo
r
row?”

“
I
f
F
er
g
u
s
o
n
’
s
do
es
n
’t
h
a
ve
one,
w
e
’
l
l
go
in
t
o
S
an
t
a
C
r
uz
.
”

“
Or
order
one
onlin
e
.
I
t
fee
l
s
wonde
r
f
ul
t
o
h
a
ve
s
omeone
t
o
ta
l
k
t
o
.
I
’
m
s
o
g
l
a
d
y
ou
’
r
e
here
,
N
ic
k
.
”

F
or
the
fi
r
st
time
in
a
lo
n
g
time
he
felt
as
if
he
belo
n
ged
s
omewher
e
.
H
ere
in
th
i
s
ho
u
s
e,
w
ith
J
or
d
an
and
H
ut
t
o
n
.
H
e looked
at
J
or
d
an
over
h
i
s
w
ine
g
l
a
s
s,
their
e
y
e
s
locked.
H
e said
s
of
t
l
y
,
“
I
am
t
o
o
.
”

S
he
thought
she
might
dro
w
n
in
th
os
e
l
a
ke
-
blue
e
y
e
s
of h
i
s.
S
he
forced
he
r
s
elf
t
o
look
a
w
a
y
.
Gl
an
c
i
n
g
at
Dog
c
urled up
by
the
fire
aslee
p
,
J
or
d
an
announced,
“
I
supp
o
s
e
we
need
t
o
ta
ke
Dog
for
h
i
s
sh
o
ts.
I
’
l
l
ca
l
l
the
vet
in
the
mo
r
ni
n
g
,
s
ee if
he
can
wo
r
k
u
s
i
n
.
”

“
I
’
d
forg
o
tt
en
a
bout
tha
t
.
I
’
l
l
ta
ke
hi
m
.
Do
we
need
t
o
get hi
m
..
.
”
H
e
w
inced,
“
U
h,
neu
t
ered?”

J
or
d
an
s
m
i
led.
“
P
rob
a
bl
y
.
”
S
he
lif
t
ed
her
g
l
a
s
s.
“
H
er
e
’
s
t
o bei
n
g
a
r
e
sponsible
dog
owne
r
,
which
I
k
now
y
ou
are
or
y
ou
would
n
’
t
h
a
v
e
brough
t
i
t
u
p
.
R
i
ght?”

N
ic
k
g
l
ance
d
s
ympathe
tica
l
l
y
ove
r
a
t
Do
g
wh
os
e
hea
d
poppe
d
u
p
a
s
i
f
h
e
k
ne
w
th
e
su
b
je
c
t
conce
r
ne
d
h
i
s
immed
i
a
te
f
u
t
ur
e.
“
Ma
y
b
e
h
e
’
s
t
o
o
y
ou
ng
fo
r
tha
t
.
”
N
ick s
ug
g
e
s
t
ed
,
hope
f
u
ll
y
.

“
Ma
yb
e
.
B
ut
we
wo
n
’t
k
now
unt
i
l
Doc
S
u
l
li
v
an
t
e
l
l
s
us. Either
w
a
y
,
it
’
s
the
r
ight
thi
n
g
t
o
d
o
.
”

“
I
’
m
s
incerely
s
o
r
r
y
,
Do
g
,
”
N
ick
said,
w
in
c
i
n
g
.

S
i
t
t
i
n
g
i
n
f
ron
t
o
f
th
e
coz
y
fire,
d
r
in
k
i
n
g
a
g
l
a
s
s
of
w
ine,
t
a
l
k
i
n
g
as
though
they
’
d
k
nown
each
o
ther
for
y
ea
r
s,
N
ick thought
the
atm
o
sphere
needed
s
omethi
n
g
.
G
l
an
c
i
n
g
at
the
p
i
an
o
,
he
asked,
“
H
ow
a
bout
s
ome
mu
s
ic?”