The jump from the prow to the dock was a short one, barely more than a long stride. All the same, Cooper took a sharp step sideways as he hit the boards. He danced a step or two, as if he had hopped from a rolling boxcar to the tracks, before turning back and crouching to loop the line he held in one hand around a cleat.<br/><br/>"Well, well," he muttered, tipping Sarah a wicked smile as he worked. "I'll have to file that little nugget away for future reference. Bedsheets good, rope rash bad."<br/><br/>Of course the idea of Sarah actually enjoying being tied up was ridiculous. But the notion of her wound in a tangle of sheets, arms and legs bound in an Egyptian cotton nest of their own making ... now that was a mental image Cooper was more than happy to contemplate. He straightened and held out a hand to help her up from the boat to the dock.<br/><br/>"You know, us sailors are pretty clever with knots and such. Just saying."