"I can't figure you out," he said. "One minute you talk like a woman who's been around, the next like some dilly of a housewife from suburbia. What do you think I kissed you for? Just because you're beautiful? Hell, I've seen beautiful girls before. Plenty of them, and some as beautiful as you. Well, almost, anyway," he added, and they both smiled. "I kissed you because one of the cops drifted through. Listen, baby. Will you be my passport out of here?"
"Why should I be?" Jeanne-Marie asked him coolly.
"Because I'm asking you. Because maybe fate meant we should meet like this tonight—"
"Oh, now, really," Jeanne-Marie said. "You don't mean that and you know you don't. One sure way not to get me to do anything for you is to throw me a line like that."
Lucky shrugged. "O.K., baby. If you were in my place, what would you do?"
"Umm-mm. I see what you mean. But I wouldn't throw you such an obvious line if I threw you a line at all."
"Can I force you to come with me?"
"I don't know. Can you?"
"O.K.," Lucky smiled. "Let's try it. I've got a gun in my pocket, baby."
She grinned back at him. "That's nice."