“I think I kissed Rhett last night. I don’t—I don’t remember when, but it was after the bar and after we got doughnuts. I remember . . .” My voice cracks. Tears pool in my eyes. “Oh God, I’m terrible, aren’t I? For kissing my best friend the night before his wedding?” For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, and then he rubs his face with his hand tiredly. “No. No, I don’t think you did, Audrey.”
