She smirked. “I don’t blame you, of course. They’re my favorite feature. Well, besides my brain. But we’ve got reports to make, remember?” She pushed off my chair and sailed across the cabin to the dresser. She pulled her sleep suit off, and for a brief moment I witnessed every nuance of her smooth, naked form before she slipped into a fresh flight suit.

“Tease,” I said.

She winked. “You know you like it.”

A flashback arced through my mind. A memory from my dream. Kara was there. I recalled bruises.

Kara frowned. “Alright, Mickey, what’s going on? The other night you were all fire and passion, today you’re distant.”

I looked back at the comm screen. Kara floated to my side.

“Sarah called?”

“Yeah.”

“Is she . . .”

“She’s fine.”

“Did you tell her?” There was concern in her eyes.

“About what?”

Kara slapped my arm. “About us, goof! Doe she know that we, you know . . .”

“No, but that’s not a problem. We have an understanding.”

“So? Out with it.”

“It’s nothing, really. Just a dream I had.”