Chapter 9

“By marrying the most ridiculous person I can find,” Ted said, matter-of-factly. The plan seemed more and more entertaining, now he was giving it real, drunken thought. “It can’t be a woman, obviously, since that’s what the old man wanted. Whoever it is, I’ll take them around town to all the society parties and galas. I’ll set them up in a gorgeous apartment and lavish my father’s money on them. And all they have to do is stay married to me for ten years.”

“Ten years!”

“I know, it’s a problem, but I’ll make it worth their while. Two million, over the ten years, aside from room and board and gifts.”

“Jesus!”

“Exactly.”

“Shit, I’ll do it.”

Ted stopped laughing. “I’m serious, Ryan. This looks like the path of least resistance for me. I mean to do it.”

“Me too,” Ryan insisted. “Why not? It should be with a friend—otherwise they’ll just take advantage of you.”

“Yes, the idea is that they should take advantage of me. That’s part of why the old man loses.”