“Please Trust Me,” the Driver Said as He Hid Me in the Trunk on My Son’s Wedding Day.

in his seat. The sharp buzz of his phone.

“It’s Natasha,” Blake said, and I heard the smile in his voice. “Hey babe, I’m on my way to the church.”

He must have put her on speaker because suddenly her voice filled the car—smooth, sweet, perfectly warm. “Good morning, handsome. How are you feeling? Nervous?”

“Yeah, but good nervous. Like this is really continue reading …