CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Franklin took a bite of an apricot, fresh from the tree they sat under. Conscious of her thigh lightly touching his, he worked hard to stop grinning like an i***t. Just a few days ago, he’d thought being with Georgie was an impossible wish. And now it’d come true.
He just had to ignore the prickle of fear that she’d return to Melbourne, her ex-boyfriend, and her life and that somehow he’d have to forget all about Georgie Harvey. Again.
She suddenly said, ‘I can’t figure out what to call you.’
‘Huh?’
‘You’ve always been Franklin but that doesn’t seem right – now.’ Her cheeks tinted with pink. ‘I don’t think of you as John, Johnny or Jonno.’
He laughed.
‘You certainly can’t be Jacko. But I haven’t made my mind up about Jack yet.’
Jack sounded good when she said it
