From the morning after their first kiss, Nate had practically taken up residence at Georgie’s house. He had spare clothes in her wardrobe and a wetsuit hanging in the garage. Every time Georgie’s mother turned around, he was there, helping with the dishes, doing homework with Georgie or putting the vacuum cleaner over the living room rug. At one stage, Mrs. Bird declared she was unsure if they’d gained a boyfriend or a live-in housekeeper. Whichever, she knew it wasn’t healthy. Georgie should be out with her girlfriends, not spending every minute with a boy she’d known since she was eight. It had been fine when they were little but the way they made eyes across the dinner table these days was no longer because of some childish stunt they’d planned. There were an awful lot of teenage hormones on the loose in the Bird household and none of them were from the new pair of Lovebirds Mr. Bird had insisted on buying. For Georgie’s part, once she’d discovered kissing Nate to be akin to an afternoon in the company of a huge slab of chocolate fudge, she’d never looked back.
