“I’m joking, Mars. If you decide to sleep on the separate bunk, I’m going to assume our relationship is under strain.” In a flash, Marshall’s scowl turned into a grin. “Relax, I’m only pretending. Don’t forget”—there was a glint in his eye when he tapped a finger to the inside of Benedikt’s wrist, right at the point where his pulse was beating—“you were the one who admitted you were in love with me first. You can’t fool me.”
