“Of course you do,” Frank agreed.
“To arrange about your coming, of course,” Kit teased.
Frank ushered her into his car. “Of course,” he said solemnly. He climbed into the driver’s seat and started off. He guided the convertible through the city traffic with ease and pulled up before the Willard Hotel. “Tell you what,” he said. “You go on in and unpack and call home and make whatever arrangements you have to with your chaperons. Then I’ll pick you up for supper in an hour.”
Kit jumped out of the car. “All right, Frank,” she agreed. “But don’t make it more than an hour. I’m starving already.”
He waved to her as he pulled away from the curb. The doorman, with Kit’s bag in hand, guided her into the lobby. A group of students was gathered around the front desk. Kit joined them and nodded to the doorman to put down her luggage.
“Who’s the VIP, Kit?” one of the girls asked.
Kit glanced around at the group. They were all looking at her.
“Oh, a friend of mine,” she tossed off.
“Well, if you like them old ...” one catty voice commented.
A storm of protest broke forth from the group and Kit relaxed as she heard admiring comments about Frank from all sides.