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I’m in too deep.”
    Georgia shook her head. “I don’t know why you think I have some sort of magical sixth sense for this kind of thing.”
    Billy swerved a little as he looked over at her. “Because you do. It’s your gift. You can always read the vibes around someone—human or animal. It’s what makes you such a good vet and a good friend. I mean, you called out every jerk I ever dated—right from the first day you met them—but it’s just taken me this long to actually want to listen to you.”
    Georgia laughed. “I’ll do what I can. But please don’t blame me if I’m wrong.”
    “Oh, don’t worry, I will,” said Billy merrily. “Now, I happen to know that Beau’s going to be trapped in the Maserati press tent right after the match, and so your job is to get trapped with him and chat the man up. Get a feel for him, find out his secrets, see if you think I should hide the keys to my car.”
    “Sounds easy enough,” Georgia said distractedly as she flipped down the visor to look in the mirror. Frowning at the dark shadows under her hazel eyes, she made a face and snapped it back up. “Shouldn’t I change, though?” she said. “I actually brought a dress—”
    “You did?” Billy laughed. “Georgia Fellowes, I am astonished to learn that you’re not immune to vanity after all.” He glanced at her. “No, you’re perfect just as you are. There’s no hiding that body and that whole sexy librarian thing you’ve got going is set to turn every head. You’ll be a breath of fresh air down here, Peaches. You just be you, and the men will come running.”
    Georgia rolled her eyes. “I’m only here for four days. I’m not looking to meet a man.”
    Billy raised an eyebrow. “Oh, darling, I’ll make sure you meet lots of men, and then you can simply take your pick. A little flirtation to take the edge off your winter.” He cocked his head critically at Georgia a beat longer and reached behind him, swerving again as he did, to retrieve a gift bag from the backseat. “You could use a hit of color, though. See if there’s something in yesterday’s swag. Press tent goody bag.”
    For a girl like Georgia with one wand of desiccated mascara and a smushed old lip gloss to her name, a bag full of makeup freebies made her feel both giddy and intimidated. She just never quite knew what to do with the stuff.
    “Go easy,” Billy said as she puckered up to consider a second coat of lipstick. “You want to work that whole ‘I have my mind on higher things’ look.”
    A few minutes later, they were pulling in to the Everglades Polo Club beneath a logo of crossed palms and mallets. Billy tossed his keys to a parking valet with a wink. Georgia smiled for a second to think how dismayed the poor guy would be if she’d handed him the keys to her ancient Mercedes, scattered with old parking tickets and pistachio shells. But then again, she thought, as she saw the high-handed way some of the guests treated the valets, at least she’d be sure to give a big tip.

Chapter Ten
    I nside the grounds, the air was festive with post-match revelry. Billy set the pace, scooping up their security passes without breaking stride. Looking longingly at the happy activity around the ranks of horse trailers, where ponies were being hosed and groomed and loaded back into their trailers by casually glamorous grooms, Georgia hurried to follow her friend.
    Weaving through the many beautiful girls in Lilly Pulitzer prints and skimpy silk dresses fluttering like bunting in the sunshine, all Georgia’s worries about being underdressed went out the window. With so many gorgeous sights to see, it was quite obvious that no one would look at her at all.
    They passed vivid orange Veuve Clicquot tents; craft tents where little girls in smocked dresses painted wooden polo ponies; and a gaggle of women staggering by on six-inch heels that Georgia imagined they must be wishing they’d left at home.
    She caught a glimpse of a red dress