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yet.”
    “That’s the problem right there. Once you
meet her you’ll understand.” Huntley grinned. “Why do you think I
kept her to myself for so long? I know how chicks get one look at
you and start thinking about mountain climbing.”
    “Oh yeah, I’m a real ladies’ man.”
    “Now that I’m pretty sure she loves me, I’m
willing to take the risk,” Huntley said. “And you’re too slow to
make any moves in time.”
    “ Pretty sure? And you’re marrying
her?”
    “Damn right. Though I’m keeping my parents
away from her until the wedding. I’m not an idiot.”
    Miles shook his head. “I was with Felicia for
three years—three—and it turned out we needed every single one of
them to find out we weren’t compatible. You keep her away from your
friends and family, run off to marry her like her daddy’s got a
shotgun and you’re just some poor slob like the rest of us—”
    “I am just a poor slob like the rest of you.
You were the first to understand that.”
    “Under the six-pack and the private jet.”
    “Exactly!” Huntley picked up the basketball
and bounced it to him. “Don’t let me down now. There’s nobody else
I’d rather have at my side.”
    Touched but unconvinced, Miles didn’t say
anything, just shot a few hoops and worried about his friend. “I’d
be honored to be your best man—”
    Huntley whooped and ran for the ball.
“Excellent!”
    “—but you have to promise me to do a prenup.
And be real clear with this girl—”
    “Her name is Fawn. Use it.”
    “—be real clear with Fawn about the
terms of the agreement. Don’t let your heart push you into
something stupid. Have your mother write the contract herself, see
if this—if Fawn—loves you enough to sign on without the hopes of
big cash prize at the end.”
    “Did Felicia do this to you? I’m supposed to
be the paranoid one. You didn’t even get engaged. Or is this all
about your dad again?”
    “Will you do it? The prenup?”
    Huntley slapped him on the shoulder. “You
wasted your leverage, dude. You think my mother would let me have
her grandmother’s wedding ring without a prenup? The Ballbuster of
Connecticut?”
    Relieved, Miles nodded. “Of course. Right.
Look, I’m sorry to be the practical one here. It’s just, you need
somebody to look out for you, and ever since my own experience with
this I’ve—”
    “Become a sad, bitter loser. I know. Don’t
piss on my parade.”
    “I’ll piss wherever I want.”
    Huntley laughed. “Good thing we’ll be
roughing it for the ceremony. We’re going Full Granola—barefoot on
the beach, improvisational vows, New Age bullshit. It’ll be
awesome.”
    Only half-serious, he said, “Why didn’t you
say so? I wouldn’t miss seeing your mother having to swallow Full
Granola for the world.”
    “Excellent. The wedding is in two weeks.”
    Miles froze. “Are you shitting me?
That’s—”
    “Any longer than that and my parents will
find a way to cause trouble. And by the way, I’ll need you for the
whole week. It’s a vacation thing Fawn has set up.”
    “A whole week? Right before school starts?
There is no way I can get away from the clubhouse on such short
notice for so long. I’m sorry, but—”
    “I set it up with Ronnie months ago. He’ll
take over when you’re gone. He’s bringing in a young guy from the
Boys and Girls Club to back him up.”
    “You little shit. You did this behind my
back?” Miles stared at him in wonder. “Months ago? That must have
been right after you met.”
    “I really love her, Miles.”
    Huh. Miles ran his hand through his hair.
“How did you get Ronnie to agree to it?”
    Huntley’s grin faded a little. “He made me
write your club a check for two million dollars.”
    Miles was only going to ask for one. Slinging
an arm over Huntley’s shoulder, Miles guided him to the clubhouse
lounge, wondering if he was a sentimental fool or a greedy bastard
to suddenly feel better about the whole thing.
    “Guess now