In spite of all Paul’s attempts to make rehearsals run long, the trio were still done by four, packed off with Sweet’s blessing and assurances he’d let the marketing department know so that the press could be alerted. Jack had insisted on driving, though nothing made Paul budge on the issue of him and his date. That meant Jack had to pick up Betty and get her to the restaurant on his own. He’d have to take her home afterward, too, but in light of what he hoped to gain from the evening, he figured the trade-off would be worth it.
When she saw his Roadmaster parked on the curb, she let out a low whistle. “I guess I know what you’ve been spending your money on.”
“She’s a beaut, isn’t she?” Jack ran an appreciative hand over the door before holding it open for Betty. “Got her for a song.”
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