Chaz thought that he would eventually charm his new bride into sharing her vast inheritance. He had pictured the intimate ceremony taking place in the bedroom, of course, after a night of athletic lovemaking--Joey, still aglow, unfolding the pre-nup and holding it to the flame of a lilac-scented candle. It had never happened, though, and after nearly two years of waiting Chaz had given up hope. Joey wasn't hoarding the family fortune so much as ignoring it, which Chaz regarded as a crime against nature. What was the point, he'd asked himself, of staying wed to a wealthy woman who refused to act like one? The answer: There was no point.