She links her arm through mine and leads me into the church, throwing a glance over her shoulder at Quinn. As soon as we’re out of earshot, she murmurs, “A word of advice? Stay away from Boston for a while after the wedding. Like, forever.” I’m not sure I want to know what she means, but I ask anyway. “Why?” “Because, babe, any man who looks at a woman the way Spider looks at you is already thinking about how he’s going to ruin his life.”
