"Yes." She said simply. "We will help each other."
Herrick thrilled with her power and for a moment rose to it.
"You wonderful big, white woman! We will love and work together."
The color burned Jean's face. Laughing, Herrick's arms closed about her.
"Kiss me, Jeany."
Jean turned her head and laid her cool lips on his cheek. Herrick's hold tightened.
"Jean, I believe you're a flirt. That's no kind of a kiss. I want a real one."
Jean laughed a little tremulously. "That was a real one."
The edge of Herrick's joy dulled. Did she mean it? Was that a kiss to her?
"All right, dear. It is—if you mean it that way." He tried to smile but Jean felt that in some way she had hurt him.