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you try on suits.”
    He laughed, and hugged her. “I’d disappoint you—my idea of suit buying is to get in and out as fast as possible, taking the first thing that more or less fits.”
    “All right,” she said. “And I know I’m trying to put off this list.” She reached for the phone. “I’ll call the valet service. They’ll have the rental ready by the time you get downstairs. Unless you want to drive mine?”
    “Rental is great. Thanks!” He hadn’t thought of that, either. It was a different sort of life, living with someone rich, he thought as he rode the elegant elevator down.
    Once he was safely out of earshot, he called Mick. “We’re here,” he said when his friend answered. “JP’s wedding means suit and tie, right?”
    “I can send you to my usual place.”
    Dennis got the info, drove into Beverly Hills, and by a quarter to two, he had a plastic-wrapped suit hanging on the hook in the back seat, with shirt, tie, and shoes in neat boxes.
    The law office was so discreet that he almost walked past the golden letters etched into black marble off a fancy hall. A short time later he was led into an office with two glass walls that looked down at the busy Beverly Hills street traffic. The plush carpet made his steps noiseless.
    Bennett Winters looked like you’d expect a Bennett Winters to look. Dennis couldn’t help wonder if the guy had been born Waldo Garfinkle, and had jazzed up his name the way he’d jazzed up his looks. The silver streaks on either side of his intellectual temples, his chiseled nose and jaw, the flash of expensive dentistry all seemed too perfect to be real.
    As they shook hands, Dennis glimpsed a watch that easily clocked in a hundred grand, and he wondered if that shirt he glimpsed the cuff of below the fine fabric of his suit was hand made.
    “So, Mr. O’Keefe, I understand you would like to consult about a prenuptial contract.”
    “That’s right. I want it so watertight it’ll float a battleship.”
    “Very well. To begin, I need to explain . . .” He went on smoothly to unreel a sting of incomprehensible legalese, well peppered with Latinate clauses. Dennis waited, hearing an uptick in the per-hour at every point. But he’d saved that ten grand from the prize money for just such a need.
    The lawyer paused, seemed to see that he was not following, and transitioned to English, “ . . . We can start with the assets you wish to protect.”
    “I don’t have any assets,” Dennis said.
    Winters’ beautifully groomed brows lifted. “No?”
    Dennis said, to be clear, “I don’t own squat. Besides my laptop and shit in my travel bag, and the clothes I’m standing up in. I’ve lived on the move my entire life. It’s her stuff I want to protect. From me. I want her things sewed up tighter than Fort Knox.”
    “To protect her from . . .?” Winters asked, an expensive pen poised over a legal pad.
    “Her fucking family thinking I’m after her dough,” Dennis said roughly. “I want that contract to make it crystal clear I’m marrying her because I want to marry her. Not her damn money.”
    Bennett Winters’ brow cleared. “Ah,” he said, and smiled a little. “Perhaps you ought to bring the lady in . . .”
    “I want it as a surprise,” Dennis said, feeling a little desperate. Running from pythons in the jungle was easier than this. “I’m going to pop the question, and I want that right there, in writing, to make it really clear how I feel.”
    “I believe we can accommodate you,” Winters said, smooth as an oil slick.
    “And I’m paying for this myself, so if you can give me a ballpark figure, because it’s likely to wipe me out,” Dennis added frankly.
    Bennett Winters did not do something as indiscreet as utter a laugh, but Dennis got the feeling that a guffaw was lurking around somewhere behind the neat buttons of that bespoke suit.
    When he got out of there, he breathed an enormous sigh of relief. Dennis had gathered that Winters had