“I just put you on speaker, and Nixon’s here with me, FYI.” “Fuck face,” Easton greets Nixon. “Dickhead,” Nixon responds, and I look between my future husband and my brother’s name on my screen. “I guess you guys got over your shit?” I ask both of them as Jules and Becks knock on my door. “Yup. We both agreed if he hurts you, he dies,” Easton answers, and I shake my head and hand Nixon the phone before I answer the door.
