' I thought you would never call for me.' A deep male voice said, cutting her short of her thoughts. She turned her back too see Mackie, he still had on the same shirt he was when they met in the morning.
' I was starting to think you weren't real.' She said and stared at her bare foot, cold from the waves.
' I am, Anny. We met this morning and I tod you my name was Mackie and not young Master, remember.'
' But you acted like this never happened.'
' I never did Anny, I tried as much as I could to be informal with you.'
' Hmmm " She heaved, " I was scared you would never come.' She sounded sad and lonely.
' Of course I would show up Princess, I told you to think of me anytime you wish to see me.'
Only her Father called her Princess. Was her mind playing a trick on her? Was it an effect of loving someone? Was it because she thought of him all day?.
She needed answers.
