You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 131

Easton

Harper: Where are you?

We're already at the movie theater and it's about to start! I climb into my car and just sit there, staring at the message from my girlfriend.

I should tell her who I ran into. I should. It would be the right thing to do. The honest thing to do. We need to keep up open communication.

I need to tell her everything. Running into Leigh is major.

I don't need to go into the specifics, but I should tell her. Yeah, I definitely should. But damn it, I'm full of doubt. About everything.

Me: Had to get gas. It's busy but I'll be there soon. Promise. Harper: Hurry! I'll save you a seat.

Only if you bring me popcorn. :) I smile despite everything, regretting my decision to stop and get gas.

If I'd only waited, I never would've run into Leigh. But I can't tell Harper via text that I talked to Leigh.

Can't tell her at the movie theater either. I'm not about to ruin our date.

The longer I wait to tell her, the less inclined I'll be to say anything, and then I won't tell her at all and look like a giant ass liar who's got something to hide.

Fuck. I punch the steering wheel once. Twice. It doesn't make me feel better.

All I'm left with is a throbbing hand and a messed up head because I don't know what the hell I should do.

Reaching for my phone, I go to my text thread with Ryan and start typing.

Me: I ran into Leigh just now at the gas station.

Ryan: No fucking way.

said

She was always a complete

I love my best friend. He's

was. She still is. Guess her

Ryan: Good riddance.

Hesitating for only a moment, I decide to ask him for a little

Should I tell Harper I ran

So do the people who

pump, parking in one of the

late to the movies at the rate I'm

from my best

Ryan: I don't think you should mention your run in with Leigh

the happiest I've seen her in a long time, and I don't

love your sister, Ryan. I don't want to hide things from her. When I do that, it gives her reason to distrust me

you're

mean, fuck that

with Leigh in a while. Me: You're right, but still. I hate keeping things from her. Ryan: Think

her. Me: Fucking deal, dude. You said it,

Ryan: Cool.

I'm walking into the theater ten minutes

mostly full, but I spot my girlfriend smiling

way up the stairs and down the row where they're sitting, plopping into the empty seat

me in

said you would

do just that but she holds me back,

Ryan buy