Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (85 page)

“
W
hen
can
y
ou
s
t
a
r
t?”

“
I
’
m
here
no
w
.
”
H
e
g
r
inned.
“
A
n
d
S
he
r
yl
k
n
o
w
s
where I
a
m
.
M
ight
as
we
l
l
get
sta
r
ted
.
”
H
e
made
a
thum
b
ing g
e
st
ur
e
u
p
stai
r
s
and
asked,
“
I
s
she
as
good
a
cook
as
the
c
a
p
t
ai
n
said?”

“
Y
o
u
ca
n
’
t
s
a
y
shi
t
l
i
k
e
tha
t
.
”
B
u
t
N
ic
k
s
m
i
le
d
i
n
s
p
i
t
e of
the
w
a
r
ni
n
g.
“
Y
ou
’
re
in
for
a
trea
t
.
S
h
e
’
s
a
hellu
v
a
good coo
k
.
”
H
e
s
l
apped
Ben
on
the
back
a
g
ain.
“
Y
ou
lucked
ou
t
.
M
eals are included
w
ith the jo
b
.
”

W
hen
the
two
men
emerged
f
rom
the
basemen
t
,
J
or
d
an
w
as
s
t
andi
n
g
at
the
is
l
and
coun
t
er
k
neadi
n
g
bread
doug
h
.
A
t
that
moment
a
timer
di
n
ged
and
she
t
u
r
ned
t
o
open
the oven doo
r
.
S
he
looked up
t
o
see
N
ic
k
,
s
t
andi
n
g
j
u
st inside the
doo
r
w
a
y
ta
l
k
i
n
g
t
o
a
ta
l
l,
good-loo
k
i
n
g
,
sandy-haired man
w
ith
huge
bro
w
n
e
y
es.

The
two
s
t
epped
fa
r
ther
in
t
o
her
k
i
t
che
n
.

“
J
or
d
an,
I
’
d
l
i
ke
y
ou
t
o meet
a
f
r
iend of
mine, Ben
L
a
tham.
Ben
th
i
s
is
J
or
d
an
P
h
il
lips
owner
and
prop
r
ie
t
or
of The
C
ove
Bed
&
B
rea
k
fas
t
.
Ben
is
y
our
ele
c
t
r
i
c
i
an
.
”

J
or
d
a
n
pu
l
le
d
the
quich
e
out
o
f
the
oven
,
s
e
t
the
h
ot
d
i
s
h
do
wn
o
n
the
coun
t
e
r
an
d
w
ipe
d
he
r
han
d
s
o
n
her apron
,
a
ll
i
n
on
e
compe
t
ent
m
o
tio
n.
H
o
ldi
n
g
he
r
han
d
ou
t
,
sh
e
s
m
i
led
,
an
d
said
,
“
N
ic
e
t
o
mee
t
y
ou
,
Be
n.
H
o
w
i
s
i
t
y
o
u
k
now
N
ick?”

A
h,
N
ick
though
t
,
r
ight
t
o
the
sha
m
.
L
et
the
lies
begin.
H
e
did
n
’t
w
ait
for
Ben
t
o
an
s
wer
ins
t
ead,
he
said,
“
I
han
d
led some
i
n
vestmen
t
s
for
Ben
a
wh
i
le
bac
k
.
”

A
s
buddi
e
s
g
o
,
it
did
n
’t
t
a
ke
Ben
lo
n
g
t
o
get
in
t
o
h
i
s
rol
e
.
H
e
s
l
apped
N
ick
on
the
bac
k
.
“
And
he
did
a
wonde
rf
ul
job for
the
w
ife
and
me,
g
o
t
a
nice
little
n
e
st
egg
and
co
l
lege
f
und g
o
i
n
g
for the
k
i
d
s
.
”
W
hich
w
a
s
n
’t a lie
at a
l
l,
Ben thought
as he
s
nif
f
ed
the
ai
r
,
p
o
inti
n
g
t
o
the
s
t
eami
n
g
d
i
s
h
.
“
T
ha
t
s
m
e
l
ls
g
rea
t
,
by
the
w
a
y
.
”

H
ut
t
on
wh
o
’
d
been
c
r
a
wli
n
g
around
on the
f
l
oor s
t
ood up
and
t
oddled
over
t
o
her
mothe
r
.
“
And
wh
o
’
s
th
i
s
little do
l
l
,
”
Ben
asked,
as
he
squat
t
ed
do
w
n
on
his
heels
t
o
get
a bet
t
er
look
at
the
b
a
b
y
.

J
or
d
a
n
s
wu
n
g
H
u
t
t
o
n
t
o
he
r
hi
p
.
“
This
is
H
u
t
t
o
n.
Y
ou’
l
l s
t
a
y
for
lunch
.
”

“
I
thought
y
ou
’
d
never
as
k
.
”

O
ve
r
sa
l
a
d
an
d
a
baco
n
an
d
che
es
e
quiche
,
J
or
d
a
n
found
out
the
t
w
o
me
n
ha
d
k
n
o
wn
eac
h
o
t
he
r
fo
r
t
e
n
y
ea
r
s
,
that
Be
n
live
d
i
n
S
a
n
J
o
s
e
w
it
h
h
i
s
w
if
e
an
d
t
w
o
k
i
d
s
,
a
bo
y
f
i
ve
an
d a
littl
e
g
ir
l three,
an
d that
h
i
s
w
if
e
S
h
e
r
y
l
w
a
s e
xpe
c
t
i
n
g
thei
r
thir
d
ch
i
ld
.
A
nd
the
w
a
y
the
me
n
pol
i
she
d
of
f
the en
tir
e
quich
e
put
a
n
en
d
t
o
the
m
y
th
that
me
n
did
n
’
t
eat suc
h
thi
n
g
s
.

Af
t
e
r
ma
k
i
n
g
s
ma
l
l
t
a
l
k
,
J
or
d
a
n
s
t
eele
d
he
r
s
el
f
t
o
as
k
the
qu
e
stion
sh
e
’
d
been
a
v
o
idi
n
g.
“
H
a
ve
y
ou
had
a
chance
t
o
com
e
u
p
w
it
h
a
n
e
sti
ma
te?”

Ben e
x
cha
n
ged a
k
nowi
n
g look
w
ith
N
ic
k
.

W
h
e
n
neithe
r
ma
n
sai
d
a
n
y
thi
n
g
,
J
or
d
a
n
s
i
ghed
,
“
T
hat
bad
,
huh
?
W
il
l
thre
e
tho
u
san
d
d
o
it
?
I
’
v
e
g
o
t
tha
t
much
s
e
t
a
s
id
e
fo
r
emergen
c
i
e
s
.
”
I
t
woul
d
d
r
ai
n
he
r
s
a
v
i
n
g
s
accoun
t
,
bu
t
th
e
bu
i
ldi
n
g
inspe
c
t
o
r
ha
d
in
s
i
s
t
e
d
sh
e
had
t
o
b
r
i
n
g
th
e
w
i
r
i
n
g
u
p
t
o
cod
e
i
n
orde
r
t
o
ope
n
.
S
h
e
did
n
’t
h
a
v
e
ma
ny
o
p
t
ions.

“
I
can
do
it
for
tw
o
.
”
Ben
already
k
new
N
ick
p
l
anned
t
o fo
o
t
the
bil
l.

“
Rea
l
l
y?
”
Relie
f
f
il
led
he
r
.
Then
she
realized
he
must
be gi
v
i
n
g
her
a
d
i
scount
because
of
N
ic
k
.
“
Are
y
ou
sure?”