Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (126 page)

S
he
s
t
oppe
d
cu
t
t
i
n
g
u
p
H
u
t
t
o
n
’
s
w
affle
and
s
t
ared
at
him.
“
I
s
that
the
t
r
uth,
N
ick?
Y
ou
left
l
ast
night
becau
s
e
y
ou
do
n
’t think
I
’
m
ready
t
o
move
on,
i
s
that
it?”
W
hen
H
ut
t
on
became impatient
for
her
breakfas
t
,
she
t
urned
back
t
o
pour
a
light
da
bble
of
s
y
r
up
over
the
b
a
by
’
s
w
affle
and
slice
an
apple
t
o go
w
ith
it.

“
I
k
now
y
ou
are
n
’
t
.
”
Af
t
e
r
s
e
r
v
i
n
g
u
p
t
w
o
mor
e
cak
es
he
sat
down
at
the
ta
ble
and
looked
up
at
he
r
.
“
I
t
’
s
o
k
a
y
.
T
h
at
k
is
s
w
as
r
ushi
n
g
y
ou
.
”
A
nd
should
he
mention
that
he
had
no bu
s
iness
bei
n
g
attra
c
t
ed
t
o
Sco
t
t
’
s
w
idow
in
the
f
i
r
st
p
l
ac
e
.

S
he
s
ighed
and
p
l
aced
her
hand
over
h
i
s.
“
T
h
at
’
s
for
me
t
o
decide,
do
n
’t
y
ou
think?”

“
Y
eah,
it
i
s.
B
ut
y
ou
do
n
’t
qui
t
e
pull
off
the
a
c
t
.
”

S
he
bit
her
li
p
,
relu
c
t
ant
t
o
admit
how
he
must
h
a
ve
read her
body
l
a
n
g
u
a
ge
in
order
t
o
pick
up
on
s
omethi
n
g
like
that.
B
ut
w
as
he
r
ight?
W
as
she
that
far
from
mo
v
i
n
g
on?
Sco
t
t had
been
dead
alm
o
st
a
y
ea
r
.
B
ut
h
e
’
d
been
gone
for
alm
o
st
t
w
o
.
A
nd
she
w
as
s
o
tired
of
bei
n
g
alon
e
.
“
A
nd
how
much time
are
y
ou
w
illi
n
g
t
o
g
ive
me,
N
ick?”

H
e
reached
t
o
t
uck
a
strand
of
hair
behind
her
ea
r
.
“
I
’
m no
saint
here,
J
or
d
an.
B
ut
I
’
d
be
l
y
i
n
g
if
I
denied
bei
n
g
att
r
a
c
t
e
d
t
o
y
o
u
.
”

T
h
at
really
did
n
’t
answer
her
qu
e
stion.
Sometim
e
s
y
ou
j
u
s
t
ha
d
t
o
g
o
w
it
h
y
ou
r
ins
t
in
c
t
s
.
S
o
sh
e
sucke
d
i
n
a
breath
and
moved
in
t
o
h
i
s
space,
t
ook
h
i
s
face
in
her
han
d
s
then
k
iss
ed
him
s
of
t
ly
on
the
mouth.
“
Y
ou
are
n
’t
real
happy
a
bout this,
are
y
ou,
N
ick?
Bei
n
g
attra
c
t
ed
t
o
m
e
.
”

S
o
sh
e
s
aw
throug
h
tha
t
muc
h
o
f
h
i
s
façad
e
.
“
I
’m
a
ba
d
be
t
,
J
or
d
a
n
.
”

“
W
h
y
i
s
that?”

H
ow
could
he
be
g
in
t
o
l
i
st
all
h
i
s
problems
for
her?
S
he had
a
k
id.
P
roblems
of
her
own
t
o
deal
w
ith.
S
he
did
n
’t
need him
s
cre
w
i
n
g
up
her
life
a
n
y more
than
it
already
w
as.
“
Let
’
s just
s
a
y
I
never
should’ve
k
i
s
s
ed
y
ou
and
le
a
ve
it
at
that
.
”

“
W
o
w
,
N
ick!
T
h
a
t
’
s
s
o
f
l
at
t
e
r
i
n
g
.
H
o
w
ma
n
y
ti
m
e
s
h
a
ve
y
ou ignored
y
our
attra
c
tion
t
o
s
omeone?
H
ow ma
n
y
tim
e
s
wer
e
y
o
u
a
b
l
e
t
o
d
o
that?
”
S
he
hel
d
u
p
a
hand
.
“
N
o
,
do
n
’t
an
s
we
r
tha
t.
I
do
n
’
t
w
an
t
t
o
k
n
o
w
.
Y
ou
’
r
e
f
l
a
t
ou
t
w
ro
n
g
a
bout
one
thi
n
g
,
though
.
”
S
he
did
n
’t
w
ait
for
h
i
s
respon
s
e but
moved
r
ight
on
t
o
make
her
point.
“
Y
ou
did
n
’t
just
k
i
ss m
e
.
W
e
d
anced.
W
e
made
out
…
”
U
nti
l
yo
u
go
t
c
ol
d
fe
e
t
and
r
an.
“
B
ut
w
h
y
do
n
’t
y
ou
ignore
that
pa
r
t
,
t
o
o
.
A
nd
y
ou
’
re forgetti
n
g
s
omethi
n
g
,
N
ic
k
,
s
omethi
n
g
impo
r
t
ant
t
o
m
e
.
I
k
iss
e
d
y
o
u
bac
k
.
W
it
h
a
ve
n
geanc
e
.
B
u
t
y
o
u
m
a
y
h
a
v
e
p
icked
up
on
s
omethi
n
g
a
bout
me
not
bei
n
g
read
y
,
which
unfo
r
t
u
n
at
ely
m
ak
e
s
y
ou
a
ve
r
y
spec
i
a
l
m
an
in
m
y
boo
k
,
pic
k
i
n
g
up
o
n
i
t
l
i
k
e
tha
t
.
”