"What's your hurry, honey?"
She spun about, too startled.
"Charley Cox! Well, of all the nerve! Why didn't you scare me to death and be done with it?"
"Did I scare you, sweetness? Cross my heart, I didn't mean to."
"Well, I should say you did!"
He linked his arm into hers.
"Come on; I'll buy you a drink."
She unlinked.
"Honest, can't a girl go home from work in this town without one of you fellows getting fresh with her?"
"All right, then; I'll buy you a supper. The car is back there, and we'll shoot out to the inn. What do you say? I feel like a house afire this evening, kiddo. What does your speedometer register?"