”“The hotter it is, the more uncomfortable modesty gets,” Lace shrugged.“Ah. Your exhibitionism is merely pragmatic. I understand,” Jack sai... dryly.“I don’t get a kick out of people watching me. I just don’t care. Let ‘em look. I dress for comfort, and to make climbing around all day easier. When it gets colder I’ll add more layers,” Lace worked as she talked, rinsing a large pot and handing it back to Jack.“If it gets hotter will you wear even less?” Jack asked.Lace grinned. “Maybe. You think. ”“For damn sure,” he said.****The place was busy. He’d come to make a donation. He’d been planning to for forever, but now he also had a second motive: he was on the hunt for the right woman to be a mate for a special guy—the guy whose wife he’d stolen.“Mister Cord,” said the woman behind the receptionist’s desk, “Mister Humphries will see you now,” he said. Owen Cord stood and headed for the indicated doorway.“Mister Cord,” said the man in the expensive blue suit. “I can’t tell you how glad we. "Oxana nodded and looked around the brightly lit paths in the huge cavern in which they stood. On one side was the towering but anonymous building where the Intrepid's Mission Control was based. On the other side, looming over them, were stacked level after level of walkways, tramlines and low-rise settlements. Like everyone else on the Moon, they were both obliged to walk with a comical bounce in their step but they were well accustomed to low gravity by now. Mission Control had been based in. Perhaps, she realized, as she replied with a friendly giggle and a flash of her now distinctly mischief filled green eyes. It was at that point I realised my mobile phone was set to vibrate instead of ringing and would do so for any notification - email, text, Facebook, news alerts or call. Also, all my friends knew that my phone was off during the day. Having been turned off all day at the office, and with my with thoughts bouncing from 'oh shit!' to 'oh yes!', my phone merrily started to.