Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (240 page)

“Sc
o
tt
g
r
ew
up
her
e
.
Y
ou
k
new
h
i
s
g
randparen
t
s.
Y
ou
k
new
him
as
a
bo
y
.
Y
ou
k
new
him
as
a
ma
n
.
H
e
had
h
i
s
t
o
r
y in
th
i
s
t
o
w
n.
Y
ou
k
new
him
when
he
moved
back
here
t
o ra
is
e
h
i
s
o
w
n
fam
i
l
y
,
when
he
brought
h
i
s
w
ife
back
t
o
th
i
s
t
o
w
n,
a
w
ife
he
had
t
o
le
a
ve
when
h
i
s
G
uard
unit
g
o
t
ca
l
led
u
p
.
H
e
lef
t
her
behind
in
y
our
care
wh
i
le
he
s
e
r
ved
h
i
s
count
r
y
,
wh
i
le
he
did
the
r
ight
thi
n
g
.
A
nd
what
did
a
n
y
of
y
ou
do for
Sc
o
t
t
in
h
i
s
a
bs
ence?
W
h
at
did
y
ou
do
for
h
i
s
w
ife
and
d
a
ugh
ter
?
D
i
d
y
o
u
lif
t
a
fi
n
ger
t
o
help
either
one
of
them?

“
I
ca
n
t
e
l
l
y
o
u
wha
t
h
e
though
t
woul
d
happe
n
.
H
e thought
y
ou
’
d
ta
ke
care
of
J
or
d
an
wh
i
le
he
w
as
gon
e
.
H
e thought
y
ou
’
d
help
her
get
through
a
diff
i
c
ult
tim
e
.
H
e
might h
a
ve
e
ven thought
y
ou
’
d help
get h
i
s dream up and
g
o
i
n
g
.
H
e
t
r
u
s
t
ed
y
ou
w
ith
what
he
loved
the
m
o
s
t
,
h
i
s
w
ife
and
d
a
ugh
t
e
r
.
A
nd
ho
w
h
a
v
e
y
o
u
trea
t
e
d
the
m
i
n
h
i
s
a
bs
e
nce?”

A
t that momen
t
,
M
u
r
p
h
y
g
o
t up
f
rom
h
i
s
s
ea
t
, fo
l
lowed by
C
ar
l
a
V
ar
g
as. They b
o
th
w
a
l
k
ed
t
o
where
N
ick s
t
ood
as if
t
o
lend
suppo
r
t
.

N
ic
k
ke
p
t
r
i
gh
t
o
n
g
o
i
n
g
.
“Sc
o
t
t
love
d
P
e
lica
n
P
o
in
te
. God
k
no
w
s
w
h
y
.
T
h
er
e
wer
e
d
a
y
s
whe
n
that
’
s
a
l
l
h
e
ta
l
k
ed
a
bou
t
.
H
ow
g
reat
h
i
s
home
t
o
w
n
w
as,
how
g
reat
the
people wer
e
.
H
ow
the
people
in
P
elican
P
o
in
t
e
would
do
a
n
y
thi
n
g for
a
n
ybod
y
.
W
h
y
he
beli
e
ved
tha
t
,
I
h
a
ve
no
idea
only
that
h
e
did
.
B
u
t
y
o
u
an
d
I
k
n
o
w
tha
t
i
s
n
’
t
wha
t
happened.

“
I
s
e
r
ve
d
w
it
h
Sc
o
tt
i
n
I
ra
q
,
i
n
th
e
sam
e
G
uar
d
uni
t
.
W
h
i
l
e
w
e
wer
e
there
,
h
e
s
a
ve
d
m
y
lif
e
o
n
mor
e
tha
n
one
occa
s
ion
,
bu
t
whe
n
i
t
cam
e
tim
e
fo
r
m
e
to
s
a
v
e
him
,
I
fe
l
l
sho
r
t
.
I
did
n
’
t
pu
l
l
hi
m
ou
t
o
f
tha
t
H
umme
r
i
n
tim
e
and h
e
…
d
ied
.
I
migh
t
h
a
v
e
fa
i
le
d
Sc
o
tt
then
,
bu
t
k
n
o
w
th
i
s
…
I
wo
n
’
t
fa
i
l
J
or
d
a
n
no
w
.
A
l
l
o
f
y
o
u
ar
e
let
ti
ng
h
i
s
drea
m
di
e.
H
i
s
drea
m
’
s
i
n
jeopard
y
.
E
ve
r
y
d
a
y
y
o
u
t
u
r
n
y
ou
r
bac
k
on
J
or
d
an
,
y
ou
’
r
e
let
ti
ng
Sc
o
tt
P
h
il
li
p
s
do
w
n
.
”