Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (67 page)

Once
they
be
g
an
w
a
l
k
i
n
g
through
the
g
rove
of
tre
e
s cl
o
se
t
o
the
ho
u
se,
J
or
d
an
asked,
“
W
il
l
y
ou
be
a
ble
t
o
sleep?”

“
P
rob
a
bly
n
ot
.
H
ow
a
bout
y
ou?”

“
I
shoul
d
t
r
y
.
H
u
t
t
o
n
w
il
l
b
e
u
p
so
o
n
.
”

“
I
f I s
t
a
r
t painti
n
g the ent
r
y
w
a
y
,
w
il
l I keep
y
ou up?”

“
N
ic
k
,
that
’
s
c
r
a
z
y
.
I
t
’
s
three
o
’
clock
in
the
mo
r
ni
n
g.
Ma
ybe
y
ou
should
see
the
do
c
t
o
r
,
get
some
pil
ls
or
som
e
thi
n
g.
Ther
e
’
s
a
clinic
in
t
o
w
n
…
”

“
N
o
than
k
s
,
I
do
n
’
t
nee
d
pil
l
s
.
”
H
e
alread
y
ha
d
a
y
ea
r
’
s
wo
r
t
h
o
f
pil
ls
an
d
s
t
il
l
hal
f
a
doze
n
pr
e
s
c
r
ipt
ions
.
T
h
ey
did
n
’t wor
k
—
none of them
did—so w
h
y
b
o
ther?

A
s
s
o
o
n
as
they
reached
th
e
back
doo
r
,
he
relu
c
tantly let
go
of
he
r
hand,
m
i
ss
ing
th
e
con
ta
c
t
alm
o
st
a
t
once.
H
e w
a
tc
he
d
he
r
go
and
could
n
’t
help
wonder
what
w
a
s
happening
to
hi
m
.
W
he
n
sh
e
’
d
d
i
sappeared
in
s
ide,
for
s
ome
rea
s
on h
i
s
though
ts
tu
r
n
ed
to
h
i
s
m
o
the
r
,
th
e
only
o
the
r
woman h
e
’
d
loved
enough
to
m
i
s
s.
H
e
looked
u
p
in
to
th
e
night
s
k
y
, located
th
e
b
r
ight
e
st
sta
r
.

W
hen
he
looked
back
do
w
n,
there
he
w
as.

Sco
t
t
s
t
ood
t
en
feet
a
w
a
y
in
t
ently
w
at
chi
n
g
N
ic
k
.
“
I
t
old
y
ou,
sh
e
’
s
somethi
n
g
,
huh
buddy?”

“
I
’
m
g
o
i
n
g
c
r
a
z
y
.
”

Sc
o
t
t
l
a
ughe
d
a
be
ll
y
-g
u
t
l
a
ug
h
tha
t
reminde
d
N
ic
k
o
f
h
i
s
d
a
ugh
t
e
r
.
“
H
ut
t
o
n
l
a
ugh
s
j
u
s
t
l
i
k
e
tha
t
.
”

“
I
k
no
w
.
I
t
’
s
m
us
ic
t
o
m
y
ea
r
s
.
”

“
Y
o
u
ca
n
s
e
e
H
u
t
ton?”

Sc
o
t
t
s
m
i
led. “
S
h
e
’
s eve
r
ythi
n
g
I
w
an
t
ed
.
”

“T
his
is
nu
t
s
.
I
’
m
h
a
v
i
n
g
a
co
n
ve
r
sa
t
io
n
w
it
h
a
gh
os
t
.
”

“
Y
o
u
al
w
a
y
s
di
d
h
a
v
e
a
t
oug
h
ti
m
e
thin
k
i
ng
ou
t
s
ide
th
e
bo
x
.
”

N
ick
shook
his
head
and
made
his
w
a
y
up
the
s
t
eps
t
o
his apa
r
tmen
t
,
wonde
r
i
n
g
w
ith
eve
r
y
s
t
ep
if
pil
ls
would
keep the
del
us
ions
at
b
a
y
.

O
v
e
r
th
e
nex
t
coupl
e
of
d
a
y
s
i
t
w
a
s
ea
s
y
for
N
ick
an
d
J
or
d
an
to
s
t
a
y
b
u
s
y
an
d
ou
t
of
eac
h
o
the
r
’
s
w
a
y
.
J
or
d
a
n
spen
t
her
d
a
y
s
pain
t
i
ng
th
e
g
u
e
s
t
rooms
,
ba
k
ing
bread
,
pe
r
f
e
c
ting
he
r
re
c
ip
e
s
an
d
t
a
k
ing
car
e
of
H
ut
t
o
n
wh
ile
N
ick
st
r
uggled
w
it
h
plum
b
i
ng
ins
ta
l
l
a
t
ion
s
an
d
bathroo
m
f
l
oo
r
in
g
.
I
n
h
i
s
spar
e
ti
me
,
h
e
bu
i
l
t
th
e
fenc
e
to
kee
p
ou
t
th
e
slew
of
p
e
s
k
y ra
b
b
i
ts,
spli
t
an
o
the
r
cor
d
of
wood
,
rea
r
ran
ge
d
th
e
packed
garage
in
to
a
n
or
g
anize
d
s
y
s
t
e
m
wher
e
h
e
coul
d
a
t
least
fi
n
d
a
d
r
il
l
b
i
t
w
ithou
t
t
ea
r
i
ng
th
e
p
l
ac
e
apa
r
t
.
H
ar
d
p
h
ys
ical
la
bo
r
s
eeme
d
to
kee
p
h
i
s
min
d
f
ro
m
wa
nde
r
i
ng
in
to
p
l
ac
e
s
h
e
ha
d
n
o
b
u
s
i
n
e
s
s
g
o
i
n
g
,
l
i
k
e
h
i
s
g
ro
w
i
ng
att
ra
c
t
ion
to
Sc
o
tt
’
s
w
ife.