“You were mumbling something. I thought you were awake, so I asked what was wrong. You mumbled something else and then said, ‘Ask Old MacDonald; how would I fucking know?’” Madisyn felt heat rush to her cheeks. She gave a delicate sniff. “I did not say that.” He chuckled. “You did. Then later you said, ‘Ground Control, this is Major Drake. Yes, it is. You calling me a fucking liar?’”
