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alarming, how excited she was to leave.
    Checking messages before going into airplane mode, she found she had an e-mail from Billy with the title “Get the picture?”
    There was a link to a piece in Wellington Magazine called “The Season’s Most Sought-After Equestrian Accessories,” flanked by ads for catering, cosmetic surgery, private jets, and multimillion-dollar realty.
    Georgia swiped down to the photo of Billy’s latest crush, Beau, proudly displaying on his arm one of the “beautiful bespoke saddles he makes for the world’s most exacting polo players.” He looked like the perfect Southern gentleman: strawberry blond, chiseled features, well bred, badly behaved. Exactly Billy’s type.
    The photo had him handing the saddle to a guy in his late twenties who looked like a rock star in polo gear. Brown, shoulder-length hair, caramel-colored skin, rakish eyebrows, and a mischievous smile. But it was the man next to him that really caught Georgia’s attention. Has to be the older brother, she thought. Same hair, shorter cut. Tall, broad, maybe late thirties, but with a much wryer and more reluctant smile that didn’t quite reach his ice blue eyes.
    Georgia enlarged the caption:
    Sebastian and Alejandro Del Campo, scions of the legendary polo dynasty. She looked at them a long beat, a little dazzled by all the beauty and privilege, before turning off her phone and worrying all over again about her wardrobe.
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    The plane banked as they readied for landing. Back home, the world had been snow white for so long that seeing the glorious colors—the turquoise sea against the white sand—was like some kind of retinal therapy—a color board of bliss.
    Traveling was part of what she’d denied herself in what felt like forever. She was a little afraid now to find out how much she liked it. She had a sudden flashback to sitting at the kitchen counter as a little girl. Her mother spun a globe and trailed a long finger over all the places to which she’d already been and then all the places she still counted on seeing. “You’ll see them, too, Georgie,” her mother had said.
    The plane bounced as it hit the tarmac, jolting her out of the unacceptable swell of emotion. Georgia brushed away a rogue tear. She hadn’t counted on the possibility that coming to Florida—to her mother’s old haunt—would affect her so deeply. She took a deep breath, determined not to let the old hurt ruin her long weekend.

Chapter Nine
    G eorgia was swept from the plane by a tide of money on the move. Exiting behind first class, she couldn’t help noticing the ease with which the rich traveled. The loose white linen shirts on the men, beautifully cut white linen pants on the women. Monogrammed everything. And it was funny, since agreeing to help Billy grab his love in the land of polo, she was seeing the Ralph Lauren and US Polo Association logos everywhere. She had to wonder how many of the people walking around with ever-bigger insignias of the horse and player emblazoned on their chest had any idea how the game was actually played.
    She found Billy waiting at the curb, leaning against a slate gray car as sleek and neat as he was. He flashed her his gorgeous smile, blinding white against his tan skin, slung her bags into the backseat, and then caught her in a warm hug. She always felt a bit unwieldy next to Billy, but it was far too good to see him to mind.
    “Pretty,” Georgia said of the little Porsche.
    “Christmas,” Billy said quickly, with the decency to look a little embarrassed. “I drove it down after the holidays.” Billy’s parents had made a fortune from some sort of powdered sports drink and seen to it their only son couldn’t run through his trust fund if he tried. Which he did.
    Though he didn’t need the money, Billy did like to keep himself busy, always coming up with new business schemes. His latest venture was sourcing the world’s most luxurious leathers to make artisan bags handcrafted at