Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (204 page)

“
H
ey
there,
B
londi
e
.
L
et
’
s
go
w
ash
up
and
h
a
ve
us
s
ome
g
r
u
b
.
Y
ou
hu
n
g
r
y?
I
’
m
s
t
a
r
v
i
n
g
.
”

M
inu
t
e
s
l
at
e
r
,
N
ick
came
bac
k
,
quickly
slipped
H
ut
t
on in
t
o
her
high
chair
and
t
ook
a
s
eat
at
the
t
a
bl
e
.
H
e
ran
a
hand a
c
r
o
s
s
the
f
ront
of
h
i
s
T
-shi
r
t
.
“
I
feel
slightly
underdr
e
ss
ed
.
”

“
I
t
i
s
n
’
t
tha
t
k
i
n
d
o
f
spe
c
i
al
. I
j
u
s
t
though
t
w
e
’
d
ea
t
in
here
t
o
be
dif
f
eren
t
.
”

“
W
ha
t
e
ver
the
rea
s
on,
e
ve
r
y
thi
n
g
loo
k
s
g
rea
t
.
”

“
L
oo
k
s
g
at
e
,
”
mimicked
H
ut
t
on,
c
l
ap
p
i
n
g
her
han
d
s
t
o
gethe
r
,
w
ai
t
i
n
g
for
the
food.

“
L
oo
k
s
l
i
ke
y
our
p
i
g
s
are
ready
and
w
aiti
n
g
at
the trough
,
”
N
ick
joked.

S
m
i
li
n
g
,
J
or
d
an
be
g
an
pa
ss
i
n
g
around
the
food.
“
L
et
’
s hope
it
t
as
t
e
s
as
good
as
it
loo
k
s
.
”

B
ut
it
did
n
’
t
.
A
f
t
er
ta
k
i
n
g
her
fi
r
s
t
t
a
s
t
e
H
u
t
t
on
s
c
r
unched
up
her
face
and
s
p
it
it
ou
t
.
J
or
d
an
looked
at
N
ick who
w
as
a
t
ad
more
su
b
tle
than
the
b
a
b
y
.
H
e
concent
r
a
t
ed on
h
i
s
sa
l
ad,
p
u
shi
n
g
the
che
e
s
y
main
d
i
sh
around
on
h
i
s p
l
a
t
e
w
ithout
mee
t
i
n
g
her
e
y
e
s.
J
or
d
an
caught
H
ut
t
o
n
’
s
a
r
m in
mid
w
indup
j
u
st
as
she
w
as
a
bout
t
o
hurl
the
s
t
uff
over
the
s
ide
of
her
tr
a
y
.
“
W
e
l
l,
jud
g
i
n
g
f
rom
the
panel
of
e
xpe
r
ts,
I
g
u
e
s
s
I
can
ta
ke
the
F
rench
ca
ss
erole
off
the
dinner
menu
.
”

D
i
ploma
tica
l
l
y
N
ic
k
of
f
ered
,
“
I
t
migh
t
h
a
v
e
limi
t
ed
appe
a
l
.
”

“
Or
n
o
appeal
.
Y
ou
’
d
thin
k
w
it
h
a
l
l
tha
t
che
e
s
e
i
t
would
t
as
t
e
bet
t
e
r
.
Ma
ybe
I
should
stick
w
ith
what
I
k
now
b
e
st
and
s
e
r
ve
s
imple,
ba
s
ic
fare,
forget
a
bout
fan
c
y
d
i
sh
e
s
.
”

“
F
an
c
y
’
s
ove
r
r
a
t
ed.
N
othi
n
g
w
ro
n
g
w
ith
s
impl
e
.
”

Get
t
i
n
g
up
f
rom
the
t
a
ble
J
or
d
an
asked,
“
W
ho
w
ants
a peanut
but
t
er
sand
w
ich
w
ith
homemade
b
l
ackbe
r
r
y
j
am?”

N
ic
k
leane
d
cl
o
s
e
r
t
o
H
u
t
t
o
n
’
s
hig
h
chai
r
an
d
worke
d
on get
t
i
n
g
he
r
t
o
d
o
a
hig
h
-
five
w
ith
her
little
hand.
“
N
ow
w
e
’
re
t
a
l
k
i
n
g
.
A
re
n
’t
we,
B
londie?”

L
a
t
e
r
,
as
she
p
icked
up
the
d
i
sh
e
s
t
o
ca
r
r
y
in
t
o
the
k
i
t
chen,
J
or
d
an
joked,
“
N
othi
n
g
l
i
ke
eati
n
g
peanut
but
t
er sand
w
ich
e
s
off
the
good
p
l
a
t
e
s
in
a
fo
r
mal
dini
n
g
room
t
o
mak
e
th
e
mea
l
mor
e
ele
g
an
t
.
”