Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (244 page)

M
u
r
p
h
y
pu
l
led
out
his
ce
l
l
phone,
punched
in
a
few numbe
r
s
on
his
speed
d
i
al.
“
B
ren
t
,
th
i
s
is
the
m
a
y
or
of
P
elican
P
oin
te
.
I
need
a
f
a
vo
r
.
”

Nick was thirty
miles outside Pelican Pointe when he looked in the side mirror and saw the flashing lights of a police cruiser, a county squad car. Damn. He reluctantly pulled to the shoulder and cut the engine on the bike. Removing his helmet, he waited patiently for the deputy to get out of his car and walk up to the motorcycle.

“
Y
ou
H
a
r
r
i
s
?”

“
Y
eah.
I
s
somethi
n
g
w
ro
n
g?
I
w
a
s
n
’t
speedi
n
g
.
”

“
G
o
t
a
requ
e
st
t
o
de
t
ain
y
ou
.
”

“
D
e
t
ain
me?
W
h
y? I
h
a
ve
n
’t done
a
n
ythi
n
g
w
ro
n
g
.
”

“T
h
at
’
s
not
what
I
heard
.
”

N
ick
c
r
a
wled
off
the
bi
ke
and
s
t
ood
dire
c
tly
in
f
ront
of the
deput
y
.
“
W
hat
’
s
g
o
i
n
g
on?”
They
s
t
ood
there
s
t
a
r
i
n
g
at
eac
h
o
t
he
r
throug
h
shaded
,
refl
e
c
tive
su
ng
l
a
s
s
e
s.
F
ina
l
l
y
, the deputy
dr
a
wled,
“
T
h
at
’
s
a
nic
e
bi
k
e
.
W
ha
t
is
tha
t
a
2008?”

“
N
ine
,
”
N
ick
co
r
re
c
t
ed,
be
g
inni
n
g
t
o
get
p
i
s
sed.
J
ust then,
he
caught
s
ight
of
a
v
in
ta
ge
p
ic
k
up
t
r
uck
ba
r
reli
n
g
t
o
w
ard
them
both
and
w
a
t
ched
as
it
s
k
idded
t
o
a
s
t
op
on
the
shoulde
r
,
s
p
it
ti
n
g
g
r
a
ve
l
e
ve
r
y
w
her
e
i
n
i
ts
w
ak
e
.
S
h
ocked
t
o
see
J
or
d
an
c
r
a
wl
out
of
the
pa
s
se
n
ger
sea
t
,
s
l
ammi
n
g
the doo
r
,
he
e
y
ed
the
deput
y
.
“
W
hat
’
s
g
o
i
n
g
on?”
And
then
he
realize
d
so
methi
n
g
migh
t
b
e
w
ro
n
g
w
it
h
H
u
t
t
o
n.
A
s
ic
k
feel
i
n
g
w
ashed
over
him.

B
ut
the
deput
y
’
s
li
p
s
c
u
r
ved
slightly
before
he
tipped h
i
s
hat
t
o
N
ick and
w
a
l
k
ed back
t
o h
i
s
patrol ca
r
.

B
reathless,
J
or
d
an
ran
up
t
o
where
N
ick
s
t
ood,
threw her arms around
his nec
k
.
S
he s
t
ood
there unt
i
l
he slowl
y
, alm
o
st
reluc
t
antly
put
his
arms
around
her
w
ais
t
.
“
W
hat
are
y
ou
d
o
i
n
g
here?
H
as
somethi
n
g
happened
t
o
H
ut
t
on?”

J
or
d
an
s
nif
f
ed,
“
H
ow
could
y
ou
j
u
st
ta
ke
off
l
i
ke th
i
s
w
ithout
even
s
a
y
i
n
g
goodb
y
e?
I
do
n
’t
unde
r
s
t
and
y
ou.
I thought
H
ut
t
on
and
I
meant
somethi
n
g
t
o
y
ou?”

“
W
hat?”
H
e
r
ipped
off
his
shades
and
set
her
a
w
a
y
f
rom him
far
enough
t
o
s
t
are
in
t
o
those
bro
w
n
e
y
es.
“
I
’
m
headed in
t
o
S
an
t
a
C
r
uz
t
o
see
if
I
can
hire
some
t
emp
worke
r
s.
I
k
now
it
might
be
S
un
d
a
y
but
y
ou
n
e
ver
k
no
w
,
m
a
ybe
one
of those
t
empo
r
a
r
y
d
a
y
la
bor
p
l
aces
might
be
ope
n
.
I
f
n
o
t
,
I
can al
w
a
ys
le
a
ve
a
n
o
t
e
on
one
of
the
doo
r
s
for
them
t
o
ca
l
l
me fi
r
st
thi
n
g
in
the
morni
n
g.
W
ith
work
so
scarce
th
e
se
d
a
y
s,
I
’
m
ho
p
i
n
g
they
could
send
u
s
out
some
t
emp
worke
r
s
t
o help
w
ith
the
final
four
d
a
ys
of
prepa
r
a
tion,
at
least
get
the
d
r
y
wa
l
l
i
n
.
”