I turn to Nash who's looking out his window trying his best not to eavesdrop. "You're on speaker. My cousin wants to know if you're a kidnapper."
He whips his head around to look at me. "You crawled into my truck and begged me to get you away from your wedding. How am I a kidnapper in this situation?"
"It doesn't mean you're not a kidnapper," Kit yells. "Maybe you're just a kidnapper who got lucky."
"Oh, yeah, I feel like the luckiest man on earth right now."
"What? Elle, he's sarcastic! You know how I love that."
"Yeah, and he's kind of grumpy, too. It's really cute."
"Stop!" Kit yells and then lowers her voice back down to a whisper. "Now is not the time to be crushing on a man."
"No, not cute like that. Cute like in a best friend kind of way."
Nash shakes his head, looking from the phone to me. "So now, I'm your best friend? We've known each other for twenty minutes."
