CHAPTER TEN - HIS STORY

“Something is up with you, Marcus. You are not yourself,” she replied, “You seem a little tense.”

As he walked through the office door and the empty general office, he reached out for her hand and instinctively she held his palm and their fingers intertwined.

“So, let me ask the question, Stephanie, when you are dressed like that, where do you carry your weapon?”

“Marcus, after all this time you just became curious about that and besides, if I showed you I would have to kill you. Somehow I know before long Delano and Nautilus would hear about it and I would become the laughing stock of the crew,”

“I am so ashamed, Steph; what happens between us stays between us, you know that.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“However, the trash talk is that there is something happening between the two of us and worse if I am seen in public with you dressed like this, I am sure the rumours will become concrete.”