"...eight....ten." Marco stopped counting and, with Bree safely out of sight, rolled his eyes at this. How long did he have to play suave beach boy? Even as he asked himself the question, Marco already knew the answer.<em>Until she trusts me.</em><br/><br/>He knew she ran towards her lodging; only place she could go, and he saw her. As he entered her place, he began to knock loudly and make noise, his disguise firmly in place.<br/><br/>"Now where or where could she be?" He playfully inquired.