"I hope so," Chuck replied with a shy smile. Noticing Sarah had finished her cider, he offered, "Can I get you any more?"

Chuck shook his head. "Well, when he wanted to learn more about where the marlin was, that's all he did to him. We both know Casey could do far worse. And if Morgan didn't talk, he'd probably learn that too. Luckily, a few growls and some grape soda did the trick, from what he told me, at least."