Page 188 of Till Summer Do Us Part
“Good. You have everything you need?”
“Yup,” I say. “I’ve got everything. Just have one question for you.”
“What’s that?” he asks.
I glance around his room, taking in the wreck of an office he maintains. “There’s something that’s been on my mind, ever since we signed up for the marriage camp.”
“What’s that?”
“Well, from a quick Google search, I was able to find that your grandparents owned Camp Haven before you. It was a sports camp, right?”
“That’s correct.”
“And then it was passed on directly to your mom, right?”
“Yes,” he drags out, trying to see where I’m going with this.
“Of course, being the curious one that I am, I looked up who your mom is.”
His smile grows wider.
“Fucking Whitney Martin is your mom.”
He slowly nods. “Uh, she was a legend matchmaker in the seventies. Not that you need to know this, but Camp Haven was where the most infamous couples were matched. Olive and Rund, the cat burglars of Brooklyn. Nancy and Hank, the pyramid schemers. Georgina and Tom, the Assassins of 8th Avenue.”
I blink a few times. “She matched up felons.”
He chuckles and then rubs his hand over his cheek. “Yeah, she really knew how to join people together with common interests.”
“Please tell me you didn’t study at the same school she did. Because I really like Scottie and if you helped me figure out things with this girl and she ends up being a night killer…”
He smirks. “About that.” He stands. “Didn’t really go to school for any of this.”
“What?” I nearly shout.
He shrugs. “Yeah, was kind of good at the matchmaking thing in college, where I was studying kinesiology. That’s where I met Ellison. Found that I was pretty good at cooling down arguments after a night out at the bars and, well…went from there. Ellison hooks me up with couples she knows and, well…the rest is history.”
“Wait, you’re serious.”
He tosses the football in the air. “You don’t become the best by going to school and studying. You become the best by life experience.” He taps the side of his head. “Think on that.”
“Hold on, so you’ve been offering marriage counseling to couples without ever being certified.”
“You know, Wilder, lawyers always tell you to read the fine print for a reason.” He winks and then nods at me. “Go long.”
No fucking way.
Chapter Thirty
SCOTTIE
“Well, well, well, look who decided to show up,” Mika says as he places a napkin in front of me.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” He smirks.
I roll my eyes.
