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price-on-demand expense. Every few months, he copied Georgia on a press release to show they’d been featured in a Vogue somewhere around the globe, but as far as she could tell, he’d actually only sold one or two so far.
    He put the roof down and tunes on, and before Georgia could put on her seatbelt, he lurched away from the curb with a reckless lack of clutch control. They sped out beneath the airport underpass and into the Florida sun.
    Billy changed lanes without looking and chattered happily about everything he’d planned for the weekend. In classic Wayfarers, a sleek jersey tee, and spotless white jeans, he was, Georgia thought, a study in hip elegance. In her wrinkled pants and tank top, she felt horribly plain and frumpy.
    They were cruising past some of the most immaculate landscaping she had ever seen. Manicured paddocks and pristine fencing, the edges of everything were impeccable. Vast barns were set back from the road, supersize houses looming behind. “This place is unreal,” she said.
    “Welcome to Welly World, Georgia Fellowes.” Billy grinned. “You’re going to love it, and I’m going to spoil you while I’ve got you. On today’s schedule: manis, massages, margaritas—let the pampering begin! I owe you big time. But first, I’m afraid we need to make a quick pit stop at the polo grounds—”
    Georgia groaned. “Already?”
    “Sing for your supper, girl,” he said. “But don’t worry. I’m not forcing you to watch any actual polo ’til tomorrow. Today’s about scoping out Beau—while enjoying some generously sponsored drinking—before I whisk you off for a thorough spoiling.”
    He turned to her, his eyes sparkling. “Did you open that picture I sent? Was he not the cutest man you’ve ever seen?”
    There was a tiny silence while Georgia thought about the brothers in the photo. Cute didn’t quite cut it. In fact, magnificent was more like it.
    “Beau,” Billy pressed. “He’s edible, right?”
    “Oh. Yes. Beau.” Georgia nodded quickly. “Super cute. And how perfect that he’s in leather—”
    “Right? He’s in the business! I’m envisioning a dynasty built on love and rawhide. I mean, there are only so many six-figure purses I’m ever going to sell but these horsey types are made of money, and there’s no portion control when it comes to their accessories. Beau has contacts up to his adorable little ears—”
    “I bet,” Georgia said.
    “And you saw the Del Campo boys?” Billy said, adopting a terrible Spanish accent. “Del Campo…Don’t you love how that sounds on your tongue? It’s like the firm hand of fate on your lower back, like a deep clinch on a starry beach…” He groaned pornographically. “Oh, Señor Del Campo.”
    “Stop, you’re ridiculous,” Georgia said as Billy turned into a long private drive. “Anyway, they’re probably gay.”
    “No, no,” Billy said. “Maybe if they were show jumpers or dressage, but almost everyone’s hetero on the polo field. Believe you me, I’d know.”
    She laughed to acknowledge that it was probably so. Then she rested her head back as they passed beneath towering palms, and she felt her muscles begin to unclench in the warm, lush breeze. It was surreal to Georgia to think it was January.
    Passing a glossy red monogrammed horse trailer, she felt a swell of interest in seeing what were supposed to be some of the most impressive ponies in the world. She was surprised to find herself even a little disappointed she wouldn’t see polo played right away.
    “So, anyway,” Billy said, “I think things are getting kind of serious with Beau. Last night—in the middle of what I will simply call a really good time so as not to offend your delicate sensibilities—he almost said the L word. And if he had, I swear to God, I would have said it right back. So you are here just in the nick of time, Peaches. If I’m missing the obvious and this guy is actually bad news, I need someone to tell me right now, before