Two hours later, Dylan felt as if he’d been run through a wringer. So when Mars said they could stop, he heaved a sigh of relief.
“You’ve finally convinced me of your story, and I’m a hard audience, although for different reasons than Webb will be,” Mars told him. “I think you’ll do fine.”
“Thank God.” Dylan sank down in one of the chairs, crossing his arms on the table to rest his head on them.
“Don’t move,” Mars said, starting to massage Dylan’s shoulders. “Damn, your muscles are as hard as rocks, and not in a good way.”
“I’m a bit tense,” Dylan admitted.
“More than a bit.” Mars slowly and skillfully began working out the various kinks. When he hit a particularly bad one, causing Dylan to hiss in pain, Mars said, “Sorry, I’ll ease up.”
“Please don’t. I’m starting to feel human agai
