CHAPTER 14
“PORG!” Will called as Georgiana arrived at the tennis club. “How are you, gorgeous?”
“Billy balls,” she greeted him cheerfully. “Less of the Porg, please.”
“But it’s what you are,” he laughed. “Person of restricted growth.”
“I’m five feet two!” She drew herself up to her full height. Will still towered over her.
Georgiana and Will were best friends. They had attended the same exclusive school since they were infants and trusted one another implicitly. Their friendship was unbreakable.
While she had aced her ‘A’ Levels, Will had completely flunked his and escaped to Spain for a year to qualify as a tennis coach. Instead of taking up one of her well-earned university places, Georgiana spent the next two years drifting from one glamorous holiday destination to another, atte
