Pragmatic, Kate snares the blanket off the hammock and tosses it over the railing. It's sturdy, but the dress is new, she sewed it, and she also doesn't want the splinters. Flashing him a saucy little smile, she puts herself over the railing and just knows the dress is riding up almost far enough for him to see heaven.

"I think you promised me hard, fast, and just for you." She'll come anyway. She always does with him.