Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (5 page)

B
ut
h
e
’
d
been
dead
now
alm
o
st
a
f
u
l
l
y
ea
r
,
that
hope gone
l
i
ke
s
o
ma
n
y
o
the
r
s.

I
t
w
a
s
tim
e
sh
e
g
o
t
he
r
a
c
t
t
o
gethe
r
,
s
t
o
p
th
e
l
ac
k
of fo
cu
s
,
f
in
i
s
h
th
e
ho
u
s
e
an
d
ge
t
read
y
t
o
ope
n
he
r
hom
e
as
a
bon
a
f
id
e
be
d
an
d
brea
kf
as
t
t
o
p
a
y
i
n
g
g
u
e
s
t
s
.
I
t
w
a
s
what Sc
o
t
t
ha
d
wan
t
ed.

W
hen
a
r
a
b
b
it
jumped
out
of
the
woo
d
s
and
in
t
o
the clea
r
i
n
g
,
s
campered
n
e
xt
t
o
the
ho
u
s
e
and
s
c
u
r
r
ied
a
c
r
os
s the
l
u
sh
g
reen
l
a
w
n,
she
s
quin
t
ed
in
t
o
the
mo
r
ni
n
g
su
n
.
S
he
w
at
ched
as
the
f
u
r
r
y
little
g
uy
s
nif
f
ed
the
ai
r
,
and
s
en
s
ed he
w
a
s
n
’t
alone before
quickly ma
k
i
n
g a
beeline
back in
t
o the
thick
unde
r
b
r
u
sh.
S
he
hoped
the
v
ine
g
ar
sh
e
’
d
poured around
the
pe
r
ime
t
er
of
her
g
arden
y
e
s
t
er
d
a
y
would
keep out the
c
r
it
t
e
r
s
f
rom
dini
n
g
on
her
th
r
i
v
i
n
g
pa
t
ch
of
he
r
b
s.
S
h
e
’
d
ha
t
e
t
o
l
o
s
e
the
m
af
t
er
a
l
l
the
time
and
ef
f
o
r
t
sh
e
’
d poured
in
t
o
c
ul
t
i
v
a
t
i
n
g
the
s
ee
d
li
n
g
s
f
rom
s
c
r
at
ch.
B
ut
then she
spo
tt
ed
an
o
ther
one
d
a
sh
out
of
the
row
of
hedg
e
s
and could
only
hope
h
i
s
brea
k
fast
had
been
f
rom
the
healt
h
y pa
t
ch
of
clover
at
the
s
ide
of
the
hou
s
e
and
n
o
t
her
pre
c
ious pl
o
t
of
let
t
uc
e
.

W
hen
her
fif
t
een
-
month
-
ol
d
d
a
ugh
t
e
r
,
H
u
t
t
on
,
t
o
d
d
led
ove
r
,
she
forg
o
t
a
bout
r
a
b
b
i
t
s
and
g
a
ve
the
little
g
irl
her
b
e
st
s
m
i
l
e
.
S
he
t
u
r
ned
her
at
t
ention
t
o
the
b
a
b
y
.
E
y
ei
n
g
H
ut
t
o
n
’
s
r
un
n
y
n
os
e,
she
s
et
the
cof
f
ee
mug
do
w
n
on
the
ra
i
li
n
g
and ins
t
in
c
tively
reached
in
t
o
her
pocket
for
the
e
ver pr
es
ent
K
leen
e
x
.
L
i
ke
a
s
ea
s
oned
m
o
the
r
,
J
or
d
an
w
r
a
pped
the
s
wea
t
er
tigh
t
er
around
H
ut
t
o
n
’
s
little
body
ho
p
i
n
g
t
o
keep her
w
a
rm
.
E
ven
though
sp
r
i
n
g
w
as
s
til
l
offi
c
i
a
l
l
y
s
i
x
wee
k
s
a
w
a
y
,
the
mo
r
ni
n
g
breeze
r
ight
off
the
ocean
had
a
b
i
t
e
t
o
i
t
,
ma
k
i
n
g
th
e
sal
t
y
ai
r
d
am
p
an
d
ch
il
l
y
.

B
ut
i
t
w
a
s
t
o
o
beau
t
i
f
u
l
a
mo
r
ni
n
g
t
o
spen
d
in
s
id
e
.
T
h
e
su
n
shon
e
b
r
igh
t
.
A
ne
w
n
e
s
t
o
f
ro
b
in
s
s
erenade
d
them
f
ro
m
the
ro
w
o
f
c
y
pr
e
s
s
tre
e
s
lini
n
g
the
d
r
ive
w
a
y
.
J
or
d
an
t
oo
k
a
momen
t
t
o
l
i
s
t
e
n
t
o
the
b
ir
d
s
befor
e
inhali
n
g
the
f
r
e
s
h
ai
r
comi
n
g
i
n
of
f
the
ocea
n
.
T
im
e
s
l
i
k
e
th
i
s
,
sh
e
loved th
i
s
p
l
ac
e
alm
o
s
t
a
s
muc
h
a
s
Sc
o
tt
had
.
B
ut
sh
e
k
n
e
w
thi
n
g
s
wer
e
a
b
out
t
o
cha
n
g
e
.
S
he
s
t
eele
d
he
r
s
p
ine
,
s
t
oo
d
u
p
a
little st
r
aigh
t
e
r
.
D
e
s
p
i
t
e
he
r
de
t
e
r
mina
t
io
n
though
,
ne
r
v
e
s
made he
r
s
t
omac
h
clinc
h
w
it
h
dread
.
M
arc
h
w
a
s
r
igh
t
aroun
d
the
co
r
n
e
r
an
d
woul
d
s
oo
n
t
u
r
n
in
t
o
Ap
r
i
l
whic
h
brough
t
her
s
m
ac
k
d
a
b
u
p
ag
ains
t
a
dea
d
lin
e
sh
e
’
d
bee
n
a
v
o
idi
n
g
for
a
y
ea
r
.
T
hin
k
i
n
g
a
b
out
l
o
s
i
n
g
th
i
s
p
l
ac
e
s
ent
J
or
d
a
n
f
i
ght
i
n
g
the
pani
c
f
l
ut
t
e
r
i
n
g
i
n
the
p
i
t
o
f
he
r
s
t
omac
h
.
S
he
had
t
o
ge
t the
hou
s
e
read
y
t
o
ope
n
a
s a
be
d
an
d
brea
k
fas
t
.
S
he
neede
d
t
o
sho
w
the
ban
k
that
T
h
e
C
ov
e
w
a
s
a
rea
l
bu
s
in
e
s
s
ven
t
ur
e
w
it
h
a
rea
l
cas
h
f
lo
w
.
I
f
sh
e
could
n
’
t
p
a
y
that
fi
r
s
t
ban
k
n
o
t
e
sh
e
’
d
l
o
s
e
e
ve
r
y
thi
n
g
Sc
o
tt
ha
d
loved
,
e
ve
r
y
thi
n
g
h
e
’
d
fough
t
an
d
die
d
fo
r
,
e
ve
r
y
thi
n
g
that
ha
d
bee
n
impor
t
ant
t
o
him
,
the
rea
s
o
n
the
y
’
d
move
d
bac
k
t
o
P
elica
n
P
o
in
t
e
i
n
the
f
i
r
s
t
p
l
ac
e
.