Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (225 page)

N
ick
thought
he
heard
Sco
t
t
’
s
v
o
ic
e
.
“
I
t
’
s
not
me,
y
ou idiot! Go get him!”

B
arefoo
t
,
N
ick
t
ore
off
af
t
er
the
g
uy
as
he
rounded
the co
r
ner
of
the
hou
s
e
in
a
dead
r
un.
H
ot
in
pu
r
sui
t
,
he
had
no idea
what
he
in
t
ended
t
o
do
if,
no
when,
he
caught
the
g
u
y
.
A
ll
he
k
new
w
as
the
man
could
n
’t
be
lur
k
i
n
g
around
the hou
s
e
in
the
middle
of
the
night
out
of
the
goodn
e
ss
of
h
i
s hea
r
t.
E
ven
though
the
g
uy
had
a
good
head
s
t
a
r
t
,
N
ick
shot down
the
d
r
ive
w
a
y
af
t
er
him.

W
ee
k
s
o
f
p
h
ys
ica
l
la
bo
r
ha
d
hi
m
i
n
bet
t
e
r
shap
e
than
when
h
e
’
d
a
r
r
ived.
I
t
did
n
’t
ta
ke
lo
n
g
for
him
t
o
ca
t
ch
u
p
. Before
the
g
uy
reached
the
end
of
the
d
r
ive
w
a
y
,
at
a
d
i
sad
v
an
t
a
ge
w
ith
only
one
good
hand,
N
ick
threw
h
i
s
shoulder in
t
o
the
man
just
as
he
g
o
t
t
o
a
C
adil
l
ac
S
e
v
ill
e
.
The
t
ackle
s
ent
the
ma
n
’
s
body
fl
y
i
n
g
in
t
o
the
vehicle,
head
fi
r
st.
W
ith a
loud
thud,
N
ick
heard
the
g
uy
’
s
head
conne
c
t
w
ith
me
t
al. The
impa
c
t
k
nocked
the
g
uy
out
cold.

N
ic
k
t
u
r
n
e
d
hi
m
ove
r
an
d
reco
g
nize
d
a
n
uncon
sc
io
u
s Kent
S
p
r
i
n
ge
r
.

With his hands
tied behind his back with his own belt, Kent came to sitting upright in one of Jordan’s kitchen chairs. Dizzy, he looked around the room and knew he was in deep shit. Kent watched as two fuzzy women, who when merged together looked a lot like Jordan Phillips wearing a bathrobe, stood at the counter making a pot of coffee. He tried to come out of his fog, but his head hurt as if a couple of jack hammers drilled simultaneously through the rock inside his brain.

A
s
s
oon
as
N
ick
s
a
w
K
ent
come
around
though,
he
g
l
ance
d
ove
r
a
t
J
or
d
a
n.
F
ea
r
ha
d
h
i
s
throa
t
ti
gh
t
eni
n
g
.
W
hat
h
e
’
d
d
is
covered
b
es
ide
the
hou
s
e
made
him
s
ick
t
o
h
i
s
s
t
om
ac
h.
N
ic
k
t
urn
e
d
t
o
fac
e
K
en
t.
H
e
neede
d
t
o
mak
e
th
is
s
or
r
y e
x
cu
s
e
for
a
human
bei
n
g
unde
r
s
t
and
just
how
much
J
or
d
an meant
t
o
him.
H
e
leaned
over
where
only
K
ent
could
hea
r
.
“
A
r
e
y
o
u
a
w
ak
e
enoug
h
t
o
hea
r
me
,
S
p
r
i
nger
?
Beca
u
s
e
I
w
ant
t
o
mak
e
a
bs
o
lu
tel
y
ce
r
tai
n
y
o
u
unde
r
s
t
an
d
wha
t
I
’
m
a
b
ou
t
t
o s
a
y
. I found the
g
as cans
y
ou dropped
r
ight where
y
ou left them.
Y
ou
s
or
r
y
s
on of a bi
t
ch,
y
ou p
l
anned on
s
etti
n
g the p
l
ace
on
f
i
re,
did
n
’t
y
ou?
A
re
y
ou
a
w
are
just
how
much
trouble
y
ou
’
re
in?”

K
ent
s
t
ammered,
“
I
…
I…h
a
ve
mone
y
.
I
’ll
p
a
y
y
ou
…
and
J
or
d
an
of
cou
r
s
e
.
Th
i
s
i
s
a misunde
r
s
t
andi
n
g
.
”