“Is this a setup? Is someone about to jump me?” His voice was drowsy and bored. “You a dealer? My bad if I owe you money.” “I look like a dealer to you?” “I’ve had girl dealers.” He shrugged. “I’m a feminist.” “I wouldn’t set you up to get jumped. I’d do it myself.” He checked her petite frame. “You’re the size of a Jolly Rancher.”
