"Depends on what time I am thinking of."
"DOn't thank me for helping you."
Mark ently rested his chin on her head.
"I don't care. I will wait forever if I have to."
"Under the right side of the chair."
Ty smiled.
Nort dropped the blade. "If you must cut your beautiful skin, use a clean blade. A rusty one will cause infection and I don't want that to happen."
"Tell me when you are."
Nort grasped the blade. "Don't for David's sake."
"So are we ready?"
"Yeah." Mark gently touched her arm.
"I am a guy. Guys never know when to stop."
"It's an agreement." Nort stood up.
"When?" Nort asked, twiddling his thumbs
"I might force you to do something you aren't ready for."
"When pirates usually gather, he runs for it. Especially when his father is involved."
"Maybe. But that miight not be a good thing."
"So is it a yes?"
"I was talking about my father."
"Act without the restrictions of your heart."
