Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (130 page)

W
hen
a
new
lighti
n
g
d
i
sp
l
a
y
caught
her
e
y
e,
she
t
urned
t
o
t
ouch
the
glit
t
e
r
i
n
g
c
r
ys
ta
l
s
of
a
chandelie
r
.
B
ut
then,
s
o did
H
ut
t
on.
F
rom
her
stroller
she
made
a
gr
a
b
for
the
same
d
i
sp
l
a
y
.
L
uc
k
il
y
,
J
or
d
a
n
caugh
t
he
r
d
a
ugh
t
e
r
’
s
han
d
r
i
ght
before
she
l
at
ched
on
t
o
a
ve
r
y
brea
k
a
ble
and
expensive, light
f
i
x
t
ur
e
.

N
o
ti
c
i
n
g
th
e
sudde
n
s
a
ve
,
N
ic
k
commen
t
ed
,
“
N
ice re
f
l
e
x
e
s
,
mo
m
.
”

“
Go
tt
a
h
a
v
e a
lightni
n
g
pai
r
o
f
han
d
s
.
”

“
W
hich
should
we
check
out
fi
r
s
t
,
d
r
y
wa
ll
o
r
th
e
insu
l
a
tion?
D
r
y
w
all,
I
think
it
’
s
what
we
need
t
o
put
the
finish
i
n
g
t
ouch
es
o
n
tha
t
ha
ll
bathroo
m.
T
he
n
w
e
ge
t
th
e
esti
ma
t
e for
the
insu
l
ation
.
”
A
nd
putti
n
g
down
insu
l
ation
would
be a
me
s
s
y
,
di
r
t
y
jo
b
,
one
h
e
’
d
g
ive
a
n
y
thi
n
g
t
o
be
a
ble
t
o
hire out.
A
h,
well,
he
thought
as
he
headed
t
o
w
ard
the
back
of the
s
t
or
e
.

I
t
w
as
t
r
ue
sh
e
’
d
g
o
t
t
en
caught
up
in
the
shop
p
i
n
g expedition
but
l
i
s
t
eni
n
g
t
o
him
no
w
,
she
needed
t
o
t
ell
him how
thi
n
g
s
wer
e
.
Af
t
er
all,
p
r
ide
could
only
ta
ke
y
ou
s
o
fa
r
.
S
he
should
n
’t
be
shop
p
i
n
g
for
a
n
y
thi
n
g
,
not
even
the
b
a
by ca
r
r
ier
for
the
bik
e
.
A
nd
insu
l
ation
w
as
n
’t
g
o
i
n
g
t
o
be
chea
p
.
S
he
t
ook
a
deep
breath,
loo
k
i
n
g
around
t
o
s
ee
if
a
n
y
one
w
as cl
o
s
e
enough
t
o
hear
and
wh
i
spered,
“
N
ic
k
,
it
’
s
like
this…
I h
a
ve
n
’t
been
a
ble
t
o
p
a
y
a
n
y
thi
n
g
on
m
y
accoun
t
…
”

N
ick
looked
v
i
sibly
pained.
A
t
that
momen
t
,
he
sp
o
tt
ed
F
er
g
u
s
on
headi
n
g
straight
for
them.
H
e
wondered
if
he
had time
t
o
get
J
or
d
an
and
H
ut
t
on
out
of
the
s
t
or
e
.
B
ut
before
he could
a
c
t
,
F
er
g
u
s
on
w
as
getti
n
g
cl
o
s
e
r
.
A
nd
a
few
s
econ
d
s
l
at
e
r
,
J
or
d
an
spo
tt
ed
the
g
u
y
,
t
o
o
.

Remembe
r
i
n
g
her
overdue
accoun
t
,
J
or
d
an
w
an
t
ed
t
o
r
un
and
suddenly
felt
like
such
a
l
o
s
e
r
.

“
H
ow
are
m
y
t
wo
f
a
vo
r
i
t
e
cus
t
ome
r
s
this
mo
r
ni
n
g?”
F
er
g
u
s
on
asked
in
what
s
ounded
t
o
her
like
an
alm
o
st
cheer
f
ul
t
on
e
.
W
as
this
the
same
man
wh
o
’
d
s
ent
her
threa
t
eni
n
g past
due
notic
e
s
for
the
past
four
month
s
?
F
un
n
y
,
J
or
d
an
though
t
no
w
,
sh
e
had
n
’
t
g
o
t
t
e
n
on
e
o
f
F
e
r
g
u
s
o
n
’
s
let
t
e
r
s
l
at
el
y
,
which
had
her
che
w
i
n
g
at
her
li
p
.