Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (49 page)

“
W
ha
t
eve
r
.
I
ca
n
’t
believe
y
ou
really
think
a
ny
on
e
’
s gonna
p
a
y
good
money
t
o
s
t
a
y
in
a
dump
like
that.
I
’
d
be insul
t
ed if a man even
t
r
ied
t
o
t
a
ke me
t
o a p
l
ace like that
for the
weekend
.
”

M
ore
like
a
quic
k
ie,
thought
J
or
d
an.
T
emper
f
l
a
r
i
n
g she
bit
her
lip
t
o
keep
her
nas
t
y
thoughts
t
o
he
r
s
elf.
“
Y
ou
’
re
ta
l
k
i
n
g
a
bout
our
home,
the
p
l
ace
where
we
live,
S
i
s
s
y
.
I
t
’
s supp
o
s
ed
t
o
be
quain
t
.
”

“
Quaint
’
s
j
u
st
a
fan
c
y
name
fo
r
dum
p
.
D
addy
s
a
y
s
you wo
n
’
t
make
it
a
n
yw
a
y
.
A
nd
you
owe
money
to
p
ra
c
tica
l
l
y
e
ve
r
ybody
in
to
w
n
.
I
t
m
u
st
be
s
o
emba
r
r
a
ss
i
ng
fo
r
you.
Sc
o
tt
d
e
s
e
r
ved
bette
r
.
”

J
or
d
a
n
move
d
t
o
ge
t
b
y
th
e
woma
n
t
o
con
tinu
e
her
shop
p
i
n
g
,
bu
t
S
i
s
s
y
’
s
o
b
s
t
ina
t
e
s
t
anc
e
ha
d
he
r
bloc
k
i
n
g
th
e
na
r
ro
w
a
i
sl
e
.

“
Y
ou
’
re
w
asti
n
g
the
ban
k
’
s
mone
y
,
J
or
d
an,
and
t
oo
s
t
u
b
born
t
o
realize
y
ou
’
re
thro
w
i
n
g
good
money
down
a
r
a
bbit hol
e
.
T
h
at
hou
s
e
should’ve
been
demol
i
shed
y
ea
r
s
a
g
o
.
I
t
w
as
r
undown
when
Sco
t
t
lived
there
and
it
has
n
’t
improved one
bit.
N
o
one
w
ants
y
ou
her
e
.
W
h
y
do
n
’t
y
ou
pack
up
and go
back
t
o
S
an
F
ran
cis
co
where
y
ou
belo
n
g?”

J
or
d
an
fi
na
l
l
y
man
a
g
ed
t
o
p
u
s
h
th
e
ca
r
t
pas
t
S
i
s
s
y
and
s
ent the woman a sweet smile in spi
t
e of the
w
a
y she fel
t
.
“
I
t
w
as
nice
s
eei
n
g
y
ou
a
g
ain,
S
i
s
s
y
.
Be
sure
t
o
s
et
aside
s
ome time
t
o
s
t
op
by
for
the
grand
openi
n
g
.
”

Af
t
er
that
J
or
d
an
wr
a
pped
up
her
shop
p
i
n
g
in
a
mat
t
er
of hur
r
ied
minu
t
e
s.
M
u
r
p
h
y
w
as
w
aiti
n
g
at
the
checkou
t
.
“
H
ow are
y
ou,
J
or
d
an?”

She
breathed
out
a
n
a
n
g
r
y
s
ig
h
an
d
fo
r
the
tim
e
bei
ng
le
t
her
f
r
u
st
r
a
tio
n
w
ith
S
i
s
s
y
g
o
.
“
I
shoul
d
prob
a
bl
y
thank
y
o
u
fo
r
s
endi
ng
N
ic
k
out
m
y
w
a
y
.
H
e
’
s
rea
l
l
y
ma
k
i
ng
prog
r
e
s
s
.
T
h
e
g
u
y
’
s
alread
y
f
i
x
e
d
the
porch
,
ha
s
one
o
f
the
bathroom
s
alm
o
s
t
done
an
d
h
e
’
s
bee
n
her
e
l
es
s
than
a
wee
k
.
I
’
m
g
r
at
e
f
ul
M
u
r
p
h
y
.
”

S
heep
i
sh,
M
u
r
p
h
y
w
as
n
’t
a
bout
t
o
g
ive
a
w
a
y
N
ic
k
’
s
s
ecret.
B
ut
he
did
n
’t
w
ant
J
or
d
an
findi
n
g
out
his
pa
r
t
in the
sub
t
e
rf
u
ge
and
that
fa
c
t
blo
w
i
n
g
up
in
his
face
l
a
t
e
r
.
H
e
cleare
d
h
is
throa
t
i
n
a
n
at
t
em
pt
t
o
hid
e
h
is
decei
t.
“
I
’
m
g
l
ad
h
e
’
s
wor
k
i
n
g
out
then
.
”