Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (199 page)

J
or
d
an
looked
ske
p
tical,
but
be
g
an
t
o
re
l
a
x
.
I
t
w
as
hard
n
o
t
t
o
.
H
e
w
as
t
r
y
i
n
g
s
o
har
d
t
o
s
e
e
t
o
i
t
sh
e
ha
d
a
goo
d
ti
me
ou
t
.
B
y
the
time
the
w
ine
a
r
r
ived
she
w
as
de
t
e
r
mined
t
o enjoy
i
t
.
“
Th
i
s
i
s
a
b
ig
s
t
ep
up
f
rom
the
H
il
l
t
o
p
.
”

“
I
should
hope
s
o
.
B
ut
I
do
k
ind
of
m
is
s
th
os
e
God-
a
wf
ul,
p
ink
w
aitr
es
s
unifo
r
ms
M
ar
g
ie
mak
e
s
eve
r
y
one
wea
r
.
”

J
or
d
an
l
aughed
and
be
g
an
t
o
u
n
w
ind.

O
ver
dinne
r
,
she
w
at
ched
in
as
t
on
i
shment
as
N
ick
fed
H
ut
t
on
s
ome
of
h
i
s
baked
p
o
tat
o
.
W
hen
he
s
a
w
the
look
on her
face,
he
l
aughed.
“
H
e
y
,
I
’
ve
w
at
ched
y
ou
enough
tim
e
s,
I
k
now
the
d
r
il
l.
I
’
m
a
quick
s
t
ud
y
.
I
think
I
m
u
st
be
d
o
i
n
g
th
i
s
r
igh
t
,
sh
e
’
s
cho
w
i
n
g
th
i
s
s
t
uff
do
w
n..
.
”

“
L
i
k
e
sh
e
’
s
never
had
a
baked
po
t
a
t
o
.
”
S
he
w
as,
t
o
o
.
H
er face
w
as
covered
w
ith
food.
W
hen
N
ick
t
ook
the
init
i
a
tive and
ordered
choco
l
a
t
e
cake
for
d
e
ss
e
r
t—a
p
iece
for
each of
them
J
or
d
an
ma
r
veled
at
the
c
o
s
t
,
“
N
ic
k
,
that
’
s
t
welve dol
l
a
r
s
j
u
st
for
d
e
ss
e
r
t!”

“
W
oul
d
y
o
u
s
t
o
p
wo
r
r
y
i
n
g
a
b
ou
t
ho
w
muc
h
e
ve
r
y
thi
n
g
c
o
s
t
s
.
”

W
hen
the
w
ai
t
er
dropped
off
th
e
d
e
s
s
e
r
t
,
H
u
t
t
o
n
w
as no
dum
m
y
.
S
p
y
i
n
g
the
choco
l
a
t
e,
she
c
l
apped
her
han
d
s
t
o
gether
and
s
quealed,
“
cak
e
.
”

N
ick
spooned
up
a
b
i
t
e
and
s
t
uck
it
in
her
mout
h
.
H
e looked
over
s
mugly
at
her
little
choco
l
a
t
e
mouth
and
c
rowed,
“
C
ake
.
T
hat
’
s
th
e
m
a
g
i
c
word
.
H
u
t
t
o
n
’
s
get
t
i
n
g
in
t
o
th
e
s
p
i
r
it
of
the
e
veni
n
g
.
A
lthough,
it
i
s
n
’t
as
good
as
y
our
m
o
the
r
’
s, but
then
she
did
n
’t
h
a
ve
t
o
s
l
a
ve
over
a
h
o
t
s
t
ov
e
.
”

“
Y
ou
make
it
s
ound
l
i
ke
I
’
m
chained
t
o
the
k
i
t
che
n
. Beca
u
s
e
Mom
w
as
a
ca
t
erer
I
g
rew
up
coo
k
i
n
g
and
ba
k
i
n
g
. I
enjoy
i
t
.
”

“
I
k
no
w
y
o
u
d
o
.
Y
o
u
e
ve
n
mak
e
y
ou
r
o
w
n
b
l
ackbe
r
r
y j
am
.
I
n
e
ve
r
k
ne
w
a
woma
n
wh
o
did
n
’
t
i
g
nor
e
th
e
k
i
t
c
hen
en
tirel
y
,
le
t
alon
e
a
c
t
u
a
l
l
y
enjo
y
e
d
c
rea
ti
ng
s
omethi
ng
f
ro
m
s
c
r
a
t
ch
.
Y
o
u
mak
e
i
t
loo
k
s
o
ea
s
y
,
l
i
k
e
i
t
com
e
s
na
t
u
r
a
l to
y
o
u
.
”