Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (198 page)

H
e
thought
she
w
as
wo
r
r
ied
a
bout
the
money
s
o
he draped
an a
r
m around one shoulder
and prodded,
“
J
or
d
an, I
did
n
’t
j
u
st
spend
fo
r
t
y
minu
t
e
s
in
traff
i
c
t
o
eat
at
a
h
o
t
dog
s
t
and
.
B
es
id
e
s
,
y
o
u
loo
k
am
a
zi
n
g
t
onigh
t
i
n
tha
t
dr
es
s
.
W
e
’
re
n
o
t
w
as
t
i
n
g
that
on
a
h
o
t
dog
s
t
and
and
we
can
s
ee
the
sun
s
et
f
rom
the
r
e
s
t
au
r
an
t
.
”
W
hen
he
realized
she
w
a
s
n
’t
mo
v
i
n
g
, he
g
o
t
more
s
e
r
io
u
s.
“
J
or
d
an,
do
n
’t
ar
g
ue
w
ith
me
a
bout
th
i
s
.
T
onigh
t
w
e
’
r
e
g
o
i
n
g
t
o
ea
t
i
n
a
nic
e
r
e
s
t
au
r
an
t
.
I
w
ant
y
ou
t
o
enjoy
y
ou
r
s
elf
.
”

S
he
g
a
ve
in
beca
u
s
e
it
felt
r
idi
c
ulo
u
s
n
o
t
t
o
.
I
t
w
as
j
u
st a
r
e
s
t
au
r
ant
af
t
e
r
a
l
l
.
S
he
w
as
a
b
l
e
t
o
tak
e
tha
t
f
i
r
st
s
t
ep
by
t
e
l
li
n
g
he
r
s
elf
that
H
ut
t
on
had
n
e
ver
been
ther
e
.
I
t
w
as
a
new
e
xpe
r
ience
for
her
d
augh
t
e
r
.
W
e
l
l,
n
o
t
rea
l
l
y
,
the
l
ast
time
J
or
d
a
n
ha
d
bee
n
here
,
H
u
t
t
o
n
ha
d
bee
n
a
b
ou
t
th
e
s
i
z
e
o
f
a
p
in
t
o
bea
n
.

F
o
r
t
una
t
el
y
,
th
e
p
l
ac
e
w
as
n
’
t
c
rowded
.
T
he
y
were
s
e
a
t
e
d
alm
o
s
t
immed
i
a
t
el
y
an
d
th
e
h
o
s
t
es
s
pro
v
ide
d
a
high chai
r
fo
r
H
u
t
t
o
n
.
B
u
t
on
e
loo
k
a
t
th
e
men
u
t
o
l
d
J
or
d
a
n
the
p
r
ic
e
s
had
n
’
t
cha
n
ged
.
T
he
y
wer
e
s
t
il
l
out
r
a
geo
u
s
.
S
o
she di
d
wha
t
sh
e
’
d
don
e
w
it
h
Sc
o
t
t
alm
o
s
t
t
w
o
y
ea
r
s
earlie
r
,
an
d
ordere
d
th
e
c
l
a
m
chowde
r
,
addi
n
g
,
“
I
’
m
n
o
t
rea
l
l
y
tha
t
hu
n
g
r
y.
”

B
u
t
N
ic
k
woul
d
h
a
v
e
non
e
o
f
tha
t
.
H
e
g
a
v
e
he
r
an
anno
y
ed
look
and
t
old
the
w
ai
t
e
r
,
“
W
e
’
l
l
t
a
ke
a
b
o
ttle
of
y
our b
e
st
c
a
be
r
net
and
t
wo
s
t
ea
k
s
cooked
medium
.
”

W
hen
the
w
ai
t
er
lef
t
,
she
leaned
a
c
r
os
s
the
t
a
bl
e
.
“
H
ow do
y
ou
k
now
how
I
l
i
ke
m
y
s
t
eak?”

H
e
lied.
H
e
could
n
’t
ve
r
y
we
l
l
mention
that
her
l
a
t
e husband
had
t
old
him
a
good
ma
n
y
thi
n
g
s,
little
tid
b
its
of thi
n
g
s
he
had
n
’t
w
an
t
ed
t
o
k
now
then
but
now
c
ircled
in
h
i
s head,
l
i
ke
how
she
l
i
ked
her
s
t
ea
k
.
“
L
uc
k
y
g
u
es
s.
I
t
’
s
a
k
nown fa
c
t
the
majo
r
i
t
y
of
people
l
i
ke
their
s
t
ea
k
s
cooked
medium. I
j
u
st
went
w
ith
the
percen
ta
g
e
s
.
”