“So Evan’s share is four hundred and
twenty-fi ve million
dollars?”
“How’d you know that?”
“Because Evan showed me the contract.”
“Oh.”
“What does a kid his age do with that much money?”
“He’ll think of something,” Eggers said.
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STON E PI C K ED U P Annika, who looked fetching in an actual dress, something he hadn’t seen her in, and they drove back to the Marquesa.
“Do you go to a lot of weddings?” she asked.
“Not if I can help it,” he replied. “I had to go to one last year that I couldn’t avoid.”
“How about you?” he asked.
“My only family is a sister, Greta, who lives in Washington, D.C., and she’s not married yet, so I’ve been to fewer weddings than most, I suppose. Once in a while one of the girls at the hospital gets married.”
THE Y P I C K E D UP Dino at the cottage and walked up the path to Evan and Gigi’s cottage, where Evan was seated on the front porch with a man in a suit. He greeted them and introduced the justice of the peace. Stone introduced Annika.
“We’ve met,” she said.
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“I’m glad you recovered so well.”
“Thank you. Gigi’s inside doing God-knows-what,” he said.
“She’ll let us know when we can go in. I’d offer you some champagne, but Gigi says we have to wait until after the ceremony.”
Stone whispered in his ear, “I just heard that the deal for the sale of the business closed yesterday, and there’s four hundred and twenty-five million dollars in your Miami bank account.”
Evan laughed, the first time Stone had seen him do so. “Well, that’s a nice wedding present. Oh, I forgot.” He pulled an envelope from his pocket. “I’ve made a will, and I’d like for you and Dino to witness it, if that’s all right.”
“Of course,” Stone said, reaching for his pen. “Ask the JP to sign, as well. Three signatures is good.”
Evan put the last page of the handwritten will on the porch table and signed it, then Stone, Dino and the JP added their signatures and addresses.
“Be sure and initial all the pages, too,” Stone said. Evan did so, then put the will into the envelope. “I’d like you to continue as my attorney, so will you put this in your safe?”
“Of course,” Stone said, then he handed him his card. “Here’s my New York number, if you should need me.”
Gigi stuck her head out the door. “All right, you can come in,” she said.
Everyone filed into the living room of the cottage, where she had placed flowers here and there. She was wearing a white lace dress, and Stone thought she looked lovely.