Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (55 page)

“
Do
n
’t
t
r
y
t
o
smooth
it
ove
r
,
M
u
r
p
h
y
.
T
h
i
s
t
ow
n
’
s
never accep
t
ed
me,
not
since
Sco
t
t
brought
me
back
her
e
.
H
e loved
this
t
own,
could
n
’t
w
ait
t
o
get
back
t
o
it.
Af
t
er
li
v
i
n
g here
the
l
ast
t
wo
y
ea
r
s,
I
’
m
not
sure
w
h
y
.
They
did
n
’t
exa
c
tly welcome us
w
ith open arms, ce
r
t
ainly not m
e
.
A
nd no
w
…
”

M
u
r
p
h
y
finished
for
he
r
.
“
Y
ou
’
re
s
t
uck
her
e
.
”

“
W
e
l
l
,
i
f
I
do
n
’
t
ope
n
u
p
o
n
s
c
hedule
,
i
t
wo
n
’
t
b
e
fo
r
lo
n
g
.
”

Nic
k
p
ace
d
b
ac
k
and
fo
r
th
on
the
new
and
improved
front porch, as he
ta
l
k
ed in
t
o h
i
s cell phon
e
.
“
D
a
ve, the p
l
ace
i
s
ca
l
le
d
The
C
ov
e
.
”
H
e
r
attle
d
of
f
the
phone
numbe
r
.
“
The
s
ooner
y
ou
call
the
bet
t
er
room
y
ou’ll
get.
Go
fi
r
st
c
l
ass
and ask for the ocean
v
ie
w
.
Y
eah, they still h
a
ve rooms
a
v
ai
l
a
ble, but
the
p
l
ace
i
s
filli
n
g
up
fas
t
.
I
t
’
d
be
a
great
p
l
ace
for
y
ou and
the
w
ife
t
o
spend
y
our
annive
r
sa
r
y
,
do
n
’t
y
ou
think?
Y
ou
can
fly
in
t
o
S
an
F
ranc
is
co,
spend
s
ome
time
there
if
y
ou
w
ant
before
headi
n
g
down
the
coast
t
o
spend
a
few
d
a
y
s
in
a peace
f
ul,
quiet
bed
and
brea
k
fast
by
the
ocean.
T
h
an
k
s
D
a
ve, no
t
r
ust
me,
y
ou’ll
love
it.
Beach
acce
s
s,
the
su
r
f’
s
great.
W
onde
rf
ul
food
.
”

W
ith
h
i
s
s
p
iel
done,
he
hu
n
g
up
and
s
earched
h
i
s
i
P
hone for
another
numbe
r
.
P
r
ess
i
n
g
but
t
ons,
he
w
ai
t
ed
until
he
g
o
t an
answer
before
g
o
i
n
g
through
the
same
routine
w
ith
that pe
r
s
on
before
g
o
i
n
g
on
t
o
the
next
and
the
next
and
the
next until
he
sp
o
tt
ed
J
or
d
an
pulli
n
g
in
t
o
the
d
r
ive
w
a
y
.
H
e
quickly
t
ucked
the
phone
in
t
o
the
back
pocket
of
h
i
s
jeans.
H
oppi
n
g down
from
the
porch,
he
went
out
t
o
help
her
unload.

S
h
e
’
d
been
gone
a
lo
n
g
time,
he
thought
as
he
opened the
rear
door
of
the
S
U
V
t
o
get
t
o
the
groce
r
i
e
s.
H
e
would
n
’t admit
t
o
wo
r
r
y
i
n
g
a
bout
he
r
.
H
e
’
d
never
wo
r
r
ied
a
bout a
n
y
one
but
him
s
elf.
A
nd
he
did
n
’t
in
t
end
t
o
s
t
a
r
t
no
w
.
B
ut
as he
w
at
ched
J
or
d
an
unbuckle
H
u
tt
on
he
s
t
opped
t
o
enjoy
the d
i
s
t
ant
s
ound
of
the
su
r
f
comi
n
g
from
the
cov
e
.
H
e
inhaled the
count
r
y
ai
r
.
H
ere
he
w
as
happy
doi
n
g
mun
d
ane,
ve
r
y ordina
r
y
thi
n
gs,
and
w
as
far
more
at
peace
than
h
e
’
d
been
in
t
wo
y
ea
r
s.
Th
i
s
w
as
the
life,
li
v
i
n
g
in
the
count
r
y
,
he
thought.
N
o
pre
s
sure
here,
he
t
old
him
s
elf,
as
he
picked
up
a
ca
r
t
on
o
f
d
i
ape
r
s
.
H
e
realize
d
h
e
ha
d
wo
r
r
ie
d
a
b
ou
t
he
r
an
d
H
u
t
t
on
on
their
t
r
ip
in
t
o
t
own.
I
t
w
as
only
becau
s
e
he
w
as
loo
k
i
n
g out
for
them,
he
t
old
him
s
elf.
I
t
w
as
pe
r
fe
c
tly
unde
r
s
t
an
d
a
ble under
the
c
ircums
t
anc
e
s.
“
W
hat
t
ook
y
ou
s
o
lo
n
g?”
H
e
heard himself
as
k
.