The Summer of Broken Rules

“If we hear each other’s names going around, we’ll let the other person know.”

“Excellent.” He smiled and held out his hand. “Now we shake on it.”

“Exactly,” Wit said. “We’d keep the information between us, so no rumors about betrayals would flare up—we wouldn’t tip anyone off.” He released a deep breath. “What do you say?”

“I’d lay out her entire schedule for you, tell you her favorite Pilates studio in Vineyard Haven.”

“And instead of solving the mystery of Honey’s brother’s third wife,”

“So instead of you sniffing around and asking everyone and their mother who Michael’s uncle’s daughter is,”

“Think about it,” Wit said. “We could really help each other. You’re on the bride’s side, and I’m on the groom’s—there are so many people I don’t know that you do and vice versa.”

“…if you’d be interested in forming a pact.”

“But I was wondering…”

“I wasn’t asking you to,”