Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (213 page)

A
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t
e
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o
the
r
glo
r
io
u
s
w
a
v
e
e
n
g
ulfe
d
he
r,
h
e
quickly
g
o
t
r
i
d
o
f
th
e
shi
r
t
.
In
J
or
d
a
n
’
s
bl
i
ss
f
u
l
s
t
a
t
e
sh
e
n
e
ver
n
o
ti
ce
d
h
i
s
s
ca
r
s.

T
e
s
t
i
ng
w
it
h
h
i
s
thum
b
h
e
foun
d
he
r
slic
k
an
d
h
o
t
,
and shif
t
e
d
in
to
he
r
i
n
on
e
s
mo
o
t
h
m
o
tio
n
.
B
u
i
ldi
ng
th
r
u
st
s
slowl
y
a
t
f
i
r
s
t
,
h
e
fough
t
to
mak
e
i
t
l
a
s
t
.
B
u
t
i
t
ha
d
bee
n
t
o
o
lo
ng
fo
r
hi
m
.
T
h
e
minu
te
sh
e
ma
t
c
he
d
th
e
r
h
y
th
m
beneath
him
,
h
e
l
o
s
t
control
,
an
d
foun
d
e
ve
r
y
thi
ng
h
e
’
d
w
ai
t
e
d
fo
r
,
i
n
he
r
.

N
ick
came
a
w
ake,
g
as
p
i
n
g
for
the
n
e
xt
breat
h
.
S
weat d
r
ipped
do
w
n
h
i
s
fac
e
.
H
e
sat
u
p
,
looked
around
the room
and
blinked.

J
or
d
a
n
.
H
e
w
a
s
i
n
J
or
d
a
n
’
s
bedroo
m
.
Sc
o
t
t
’
s
bedroo
m
.
H
e
checke
d
the
tim
e
o
n
the
cloc
k
b
es
id
e
the
bed
.
F
our-
f
i
f
t
ee
n
.
M
y
Go
d
wha
t
ha
d
h
e
done
?
J
u
s
t
a
s
h
e
s
t
a
r
t
e
d
t
o
c
r
a
w
l
out
o
f
be
d
a
n
a
r
m
s
nake
d
out
an
d
l
a
t
che
d
o
n
t
o
h
i
s
.
I
n a
hus
k
y
v
o
ice
,
J
or
d
a
n
w
an
t
e
d
t
o
k
n
o
w
,
“
W
her
e
y
o
u
g
o
i
n
g
,
N
ick
?
I
t
’
s
s
til
l
pou
r
i
n
g
ou
t
s
id
e
.
”

W
ithout
s
a
y
i
n
g
a
n
y
thi
n
g
he
s
c
r
ubbed
a
hand
over
h
i
s fac
e
.
H
ow
could
he
face
her?

“
Y
ou
’
re
sha
k
i
n
g
,
”
she
said
as
she
nibbled
h
i
s
ea
r
,
n
o
tici
n
g he had
n
’t said a word
in r
e
spon
s
e
.
“
I bet ther
e
’
s
s
om
e
thi
n
g
I
ca
n
d
o
t
o
hel
p
w
it
h
tha
t
.
”

I
f
onl
y
tha
t
wer
e
t
r
ue
,
though
t
N
ic
k
,
i
f
onl
y
sh
e
k
n
ew
th
e
t
r
ut
h
.
I
f
onl
y
sh
e
acce
p
t
e
d
hi
m
unconditio
na
l
l
y
.
“
Y
ou
do
n
’
t
k
n
o
w
me
,
”
h
e
wh
i
spere
d
hoa
r
s
el
y
i
n
a
d
r
y
throa
t
.
H
e
could
n
’
t
e
ve
n
b
r
i
ng
him
s
el
f
to
loo
k
in
to
th
os
e
gorgeo
u
s
e
y
e
s
o
f
he
r
s
.
A
ft
e
r
ma
k
i
ng
lov
e
to
he
r
,
h
e
could
n
’
t
e
ve
n
face
he
r
.
H
o
w
woul
d
sh
e
t
a
k
e
th
e
ne
w
s
k
n
o
w
i
ng
h
e
could
n
’t s
a
v
e
he
r
h
usband
?
W
h
a
t
woul
d
s
h
e
s
a
y
whe
n
sh
e
foun
d
out
tha
t
h
e
w
a
s
th
e
rea
s
o
n
h
e
had
n
’
t
com
e
back
?
S
h
e
’
d
t
u
r
n
him
ou
t
fo
r
sur
e.
A
n
d
wha
t
woul
d
h
e
d
o
then
?
H
e
could
n
’
t
t
a
ke
th
e
chanc
e.

H
e
s
t
a
r
t
ed
t
o
c
r
a
wl
out
of
bed
ag
ai
n
.

B
u
t
J
or
d
a
n
su
r
p
r
i
s
e
d
hi
m
.
S
h
e
s
n
uggle
d
in
to
him,
u
s
i
ng
he
r
bod
y
to
p
us
h
hi
m
bac
k
do
w
n
in
to
th
e
p
il
lo
w
s
.
S
h
e
ha
d
hi
m
r
igh
t
wher
e
sh
e
w
an
t
e
d
hi
m
.
N
u
z
zli
ng
h
i
s
throa
t
,
i
n
a
slee
p
-
f
i
l
le
d
r
a
sp
y
v
o
ice
,
sh
e
g
r
oaned
,
“
N
o
nee
d to
be a
f
rai
d
o
f
me
,
N
ic
k
.
I
do
n
’
t
b
i
te.
M
uc
h
.
”
E
ve
n
i
n
th
e
d
ark shado
w
s
,
h
e
coul
d
t
e
l
l
he
r
s
m
i
l
e
w
idened
.
W
h
a
t
w
a
s
lef
t
of h
i
s
hea
r
t
shat
t
ered
,
f
il
le
d
w
it
h
s
o
muc
h
lov
e
fo
r
th
i
s
woman h
e
could
n
’
t
con
t
ai
n
h
i
s
need
.
N
o
mat
t
e
r
ho
w
w
ro
ng
i
t
w
a
s, h
e
w
an
t
e
d
he
r
ag
ai
n
.
H
e
s
nake
d
ou
t
a
n
a
r
m
b
r
i
n
g
i
ng
he
r
on
t
o
p
o
f
hi
m
.
“
Y
o
u
mak
e
m
e
c
r
a
z
y
.
”