Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) by Vickie McKeehan Read Free Book Online Page B

had n ’ t w an t e d t o g et i n volved, he felt chained t o a block of cemen t . “ Than k s Sc o t t , ” he g r umbled s ourl y , as he pondered h i s d e s cent in t o what felt l i ke quic k sand.
    O r l i k e a dro w ni ng ma n g o i ng do w n fo r th e thir d tim e. N o t onl y ha d h e n e ve r live d w it h a woma n fo r a n y le n g t h o f time , h e ce r t ainl y ha d n e ve r bee n aroun d a k i d , much l es s a b a b y . T h e n ther e w a s th e wor k i t s elf . H e coul d d r ive a na i l , bu t h e w a s n o ca r pen t e r . C oul d h e fak e that ? H e w a s pret t y muc h a l l thum b s whe n i t cam e to plum b i n g , t o o . S o ho w w a s h e g o i ng to ins t a l l bathroo m f i x t ur e s ? A s he reache d ove r an d t u r n e d o n th e showe r , h e con s idere d the en tir e r u s e. Get ti ng throug h th e n ex t t w o month s would defi ni t el y t a k e s om e c rea ti v i t y o n h i s pa r t .
    P l u s, at s ome p o in t , h e ’ d h a ve t o f i nd the r ight time t o conf es s who he w as.

B u t h e ha d to admi t , h e did n ’ t m i s s th e office , o r the d a i l y g r in d o f wor k , whic h fo r th e pas t se ve r a l months , had bee n g o i ng ba d l y . W or k i ng ou t s id e w it h h i s han d s ha d been alm o s t the r apeu tic . H e ’ d bu i l t u p a goo d s wea t , whic h had mad e hi m forge t to thin k a b ou t th e w a r , an d ho w cha o ti c h i s lif e ha d becom e ove r th e pas t y ea r . O k a y , s o m a yb e the r e s p i te ha d bee n b r ie f bu t wh o k n e w , m a yb e p h ys ica l la bor migh t b e th e an s we r to h i s proble m .
    S t ep p i n g in t o the showe r , he t u r ned the k nob as far t oo h o t as it would g o , felt the w at er bead over h i s bod y , and fought the wea r y feeli n g that al w a y s s eem t o hit him th i s time of d a y .
    S leep dep r i v a t ion could be a b i t ch.
    A s he be g an t o re l a x , h i s mind d r if t ed t o the p oss i bi li t i e s o f the p l ac e . Sc o tt had been r i ght a bout T h e C ov e ’ s p o t en t i al . B ut could they get e ve r y thi n g done that needed d o i n g in j u st over t wo sho r t month s ? H e s t epped out o f the showe r , g r a bbed one o f the thick t owe l s J or d an had s t acked on the shel f and be g an t o d r y off . S t r i di n g back in t o the bedroom he s t opped. F or the f i r st ti me, h i s g a z e l a nded on the be d s ide ta ble where a v a s e f u l l o f red bl oss oms sa t , a homey t ouch t o be sure, j u st l i ke the bee r . I ns t in c tivel y , he w a l ked ove r , breathed in the s c ent o f the bu d s . I n explic a bl y t ouched that sh e ’ d t aken the ti me t o le a v e f r e s h f l owe r s fo r the room—for him, he s m i led . A n im a g e o f J or d a n ’ s sli m body s t andi n g on the porch st r uggli n g t o keep that sander under control had him s m i l i n g a s he pu l led on a clean pair o f jeans.
    H e ’ d bee n i n v i t e d t o suppe r b y a beau ti f u l woman, a woma n wh o w a s s o comple t e l y n o t h i s ty p e h e ha d t o admi t sh e mad e hi m ne r vo us . A n d N ic k H a r r i s ha d n e ver bee n ne r vo u s w it h wome n . W h e n h e though t a b out J or d a n h e should n ’ t b e p i c t u r i n g he r a s a n y ty p e bu t r ather a s a m o the r. C oul d h e hel p i t thoug h i f he r lo n g , s e x y le g s an d he r cu t e li ttl e bu t t i n th o s e sho r t s ke p t pop p i n g in t o h i s min d a l l a f t e r n oo n a s h e worked?
    A s he w a l k ed over t o the main ho u s e he de c ided h e ’ d h a v e t o wor k o n reini n g i n th os e though t s . I t would n ’ t do t o h a v e mor e g u i l t l a y ere d ove r wha t h e alread y ha d t o deal w it h .
    O ver dinne r , an upbeat J or d an pa ss ed N ick the s ca l loped p o tat o e s and de c ided it w as good t o h a ve a man around the t a ble ag ai n . S he m iss ed Sc o t t . T h at w as a g iven, but li v i n g on th