Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (144 page)

“
G
ive
her
t
o
me
,
”
N
ick
sugg
e
s
t
ed.

“
A
nd
what
are
y
ou
g
o
i
n
g
t
o
do
w
ith
a
c
ran
k
y
b
a
by?”

“
W
e’
r
e
g
o
i
n
g
t
o
c
ur
l
u
p
her
e
an
d
t
ak
e
u
s
a
na
p
.
Are
n
’t w
e,
H
u
t
t
on?”

Y
eah
r
igh
t
,
J
or
d
an
though
t
,
s
ee
if
she
go
e
s
t
o
sleep
l
i
ke tha
t
.
B
ut
she
handed
him
the
b
a
by
a
n
yw
a
y
.
F
ive
minu
t
e
s
lat
e
r
,
af
t
er
sh
e
’
d
packed
up
the
baske
t
,
she
looked
over
at
the pair
l
y
i
n
g
s
ide
by
s
ide
on
the
b
l
anke
t
.
B
o
th
had
their
e
y
e
s cl
o
s
ed.
A
m
a
zed,
she
dropped
down
b
es
ide
them,
stre
t
ched out
her
le
g
s
t
o
re
l
a
x
in
the
w
a
r
m
sunshin
e
.

F
o
r
t
y-five
minu
t
e
s
l
at
er
J
or
d
an
came
a
w
ake
only
t
o
s
ee
N
ick
g
r
inni
n
g
at
her
as
H
ut
t
on
l
a
y
sand
w
iched
be
t
ween the
m
.
R
ub
b
i
n
g
her
e
y
e
s,
she
t
old
him,
“
S
h
e
’
s
n
e
ver
done
that befor
e
.
I
’
ve
n
e
ver
done
that
befor
e
.
”

“
W
hat
?
T
ak
e
a
na
p
a
t
th
e
beach?”

“
Y
ea
h
.
I
need
t
o
put
her
do
w
n
s
o
sh
e
’
l
l
get
her
nap
out and
n
o
t
w
a
ke
up
c
ran
k
y
thoug
h
.
”

H
e
g
o
t
t
o
h
i
s
k
ne
e
s.
“
Y
ou
get
the
basket
and
b
l
anke
t
,
I
’
l
l
ca
r
r
y
H
u
t
t
o
n
.
”

A
s
she
folded
the
b
l
anket
before
g
r
a
b
b
i
n
g
the
baske
t
,
N
ick
s
t
ood
t
o
the
s
ide
w
a
t
chi
n
g
he
r
.
S
he
looked
rad
i
an
t
.
W
h
e
n
ha
d
h
e
e
ve
r
u
s
e
d
tha
t
wor
d
t
o
d
e
s
c
r
i
b
e
a
woman,
a
n
y
woman?
N
e
ve
r
.
B
ut
he
could
n
’t
de
n
y
how
he
felt
at
th
i
s momen
t
.
W
a
t
chi
n
g
the
sunlight
gl
i
s
t
en
off
he
r
hai
r
,
sh
e
a
l
l but
g
a
ve
off
v
ib
e
s
of
pleasur
e
.
A
nd
when
w
as
the
l
ast
time h
e
’
d re
l
a
x
ed enough
t
o fa
l
l asleep
du
r
i
n
g the
d
a
y?

W
hen
they
g
o
t
back
t
o
the
ho
u
s
e,
j
u
st
l
i
ke
h
e
’
d
done
before
,
h
e
l
ai
d
H
u
t
t
o
n
do
w
n
i
n
th
e
c
r
i
b
.
H
e
wen
t
throug
h
a
l
l the
r
i
t
ua
l
s
of
t
uc
k
i
n
g
the
b
a
by
in
as
h
e
’
d
s
een
J
or
d
an
d
o
.
I
t
hit him
l
i
ke
a
f
i
st
t
o
the
g
u
t
.
C
on
t
entmen
t
.
J
o
y
.
L
ov
e
.
A
t
the
real
iza
t
ion
,
h
e
sucke
d
i
n
a
r
a
gge
d
breat
h
an
d
a
l
l
bu
t
s
tag
gered
out
of
the
roo
m
.
H
e
quickly
made
h
i
s
w
a
y
out
s
ide
on
t
o
the
f
ront
porch
where
h
i
s
k
ne
e
s
buckled
j
u
st
in
time
t
o
plunk do
w
n
on
t
o
the
s
t
e
p
s.
I
n
love?
H
ow
the
he
l
l
had
that happened?
H
e
did
n
’t
beli
e
ve
in
love,
ce
r
t
ainly
n
o
t
ma
r
r
ia
g
e
.
H
i
s
g
ut
r
ippled
w
ith
ne
r
v
e
s.
W
h
at
now?
he
wondered.
A
nd what
did
he
in
t
end
t
o
do
a
bout
it?