Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (48 page)

A
s
J
or
d
an
w
a
l
k
ed
up
and
down
the
na
r
row
a
i
sl
e
s
she
had
t
o
keep
a
sha
r
p
e
y
e
on
H
ut
t
on,
who
eve
r
y
now
and
ag
ain t
r
ied
t
o
l
at
ch
on
t
o
a
n
y
thi
n
g
w
ithin
her
sho
r
t
reach.
The
f
r
uit
w
as
n
’t
safe
as
she
t
r
ied
t
o
lean
over
and
ca
p
t
ure
a
b
r
ight
red
t
o
ma
t
o
.
W
h
e
n
sh
e
cam
e
u
p
em
p
t
y
,
H
u
t
t
o
n
t
r
ie
d
ag
ain
,
th
is time
s
carcely
m
iss
i
n
g
her
oppo
r
t
uni
t
y
t
o
gr
a
b
an
ora
n
g
e
.
J
or
d
an
barely
caught
her
d
augh
t
e
r
’
s
a
r
m
in
time
t
o
prevent the
neatly
s
t
acked
apple
pyramid
from
comple
t
ely
col
l
a
p
si
n
g
in
t
o
a
m
es
s
on
the
f
l
oo
r
.
A
v
o
i
di
n
g
th
e
m
i
sha
p
,
J
or
d
an
did
n
’t
s
ee
S
is
s
y
C
arr
ba
r
rel
straight
for
he
r
.
I
f
she
had,
she would h
a
ve t
r
ied
t
o duck behind the greeti
n
g card d
i
sp
l
a
y
.

B
ut
s
ince
she
had
n
’t
y
et
made
the
t
urn
in
t
o
frozen
foo
d
s,
it
w
as
t
oo
l
at
e
t
o
t
r
y
and
hide
from
the
ta
ll,
bleached-blonde in
her
mid-thi
r
ti
e
s
who
w
as
Sc
o
t
t
’
s
e
x
-
g
irlf
r
iend
from
high
s
chool
and
the
sp
o
iled
d
augh
t
er
of
the
pre
s
ident
of
the
F
i
r
st
B
ank
of
P
elican
P
o
in
te
.
A
lthough
sh
e
’
d
already
been
through
t
wo
m
es
s
y
divorc
e
s,
S
is
s
y
con
s
idered
he
r
s
elf
the
pil
l
ar
of
the communi
t
y
,
s
e
r
v
i
n
g
as
the
only
woman
on
the
c
i
t
y
coun
c
il.
S
ince
Sc
o
t
t
had
brought
J
or
d
an
back
t
o
P
elican
P
o
in
t
e,
S
i
s
s
y had
n
’t
hidden
the
fa
c
t
that
she
did
n
’t
like
Sc
o
t
t
’
s
w
if
e
.
I
t
w
as
a fa
c
t
that
S
i
s
s
y
,
like
ma
n
y
re
s
idents
here,
con
s
idered
J
or
d
an, an
outside
r
.
A
nd
Sco
t
t
w
as
no
lo
n
ger
around
t
o
defend
her
or
s
et
the
m
st
r
aigh
t
.
S
o
muc
h
fo
r
th
e
f
r
ien
d
shi
p
o
f
a
s
ma
ll
t
own.

A
t
fi
r
st
g
l
ance,
S
is
s
y
looked
ha
r
ml
es
s,
but
J
or
d
an
k
new bet
t
e
r
.
T
h
e
y
’
d encoun
t
ered each
o
ther
se
ve
r
al tim
e
s in the pas
t
,
each
meeti
n
g
more
a
w
k
w
ard
and
unpleasant
than the
l
as
t
.
N
ice
t
i
e
s
were
non
ex
i
s
t
en
t
.
T
h
i
s
mo
r
ni
n
g
w
as
no e
x
ce
p
tion.

“
D
addy
s
a
ys
y
ou
’
re
still
t
r
y
i
n
g
t
o
t
urn
that
r
undown
old hou
s
e
in
t
o
a
mo
t
el,
of
all
the
silly
notions
I
’ve
ever
heard
.
”

M
i
nd
f
ul
o
f
H
utto
n
’
s
pr
e
s
ence,
J
ordan
t
r
ied
to
keep
her
cool
and
watch
her
l
a
n
g
ua
g
e.
T
h
rough
g
r
itted
teeth,
she
managed to s
p
it ou
t
,
“
Bed and
B
rea
k
f
as
t
, S
i
s
s
y
, n
o
t a m
o
t
el.
T
h
er
e
’
s
a
dif
f
erence
.
”