Lindy gets up and kisses my cheek. “Try not to die. I’d be a terrible prison wife.” She turns to her husband and cups his cheek. “And you . . . Try to remember that you love your sister, and she’s happy. And if you’re going to fight him, do not fuck up my hydrangeas. They look pretty.” I laugh when she disappears inside, leaving me here with Easton, who looks like he might actually consider killing me if he thought he could get away with it.
