"To wherever they execute their prisoners, I imagine."
"But we're still alive. Aren't we supposed to keep the chin up like they do in books?"
He took her suddenly in his arms.
"You're a brave girl."
She pressed close to him. "I'd rather hear you say I'm an attractive girl."
He kissed her hard. "Does that convince you?"
She sighed and snuggled closer, oblivious of the leering guard. "Thanks, mister. That's better. A gal doesn't mind dying, but she hates to go out feeling she hasn't hooked her man."
Rex felt a catch in his throat at the brave front she was maintaining. And it had to be an effort. Jean was no fool. She was a realist. No need to tell her they were finished—that he was no superman who could kick down a wall and carry her to safety.
"Let's not think about anything but us," she whispered. "We have at least a few minutes to live—really live!"
"With that guard standing there?" Rex said bitterly.