You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 134

Chapter 134
Harper
Easton and Dad return from the patio and Easton looks like he's seen a ghost.

Or an entire colony or paranormal creatures.

He's pale and sweaty and I feel terrible for him.

I can't believe Dad hauled him outside.

Well, I can, but I can't imagine what he said to him.

Part of me wants to ask Easton when we get a minute alone, and part of me would rather never know to save myself the embarrassment.

“Are you all right?"

I whisper the moment he's at my side.

"No."

He wipes his forehead.

"I'll never recover from that conversation.

Ever."

I glance at my dad who's now standing next to my mom as she adds dressing to the salad.

The two of them smiling at each other, like they just checked the final item off their list.

"Was it that bad?"

“Let's put it this way ..."

He glances toward the oven.

“If there are buns in there, baking, don't serve me one."

He adjusts his shirt and I see the sweat marks under his arms.

"In fact, I don't know if I'll ever eat another bun again."

Oh God.

It was THAT bad.

"I'm going to go add ice to the water glasses,"

I declare, and quickly fill a large bowl with cubes and carry it into the dining room, Easton on my heels.

When I get us out of ear range, I say softly, "What did he say to you?"

He holds onto the back of a chair.

"Oh, he covered it all—birth control, pregnancy, not being allowed in your room or touching you under his roof, you going to college, dropping out of college because of me."

He pauses.

"I think I've covered most of it."

"I think I'm going to be sick."

He shakes his head.

"That makes two of us."

I drop the ice into the glasses and move over to him.

He immediately takes a step back.

And then another.

“Easton?"

"I don't want him to think anything is happening in here."

"Seriously?"

place the bowl on

like that?* He

weren't out there

you have no idea."

"Ugh."

my father, but I

can't come

Except ...

really

be off to

I will be, too.

aren't

lasagna is done, can you

calls

of ice being put in the glasses and no longer

already

"Be right back,"

tell Easton and I hurry into the kitchen, grabbing

is cutting and plating the garlic

“Mom?"

knife still in her

“Mmm—hmm?"

say this, but I

gotten the wrath from

Can we...

I don't know ...

move on and never mention"—I nod toward the living room where the

the noise

think you're

puts her hands

got off thin ice, young

your phone

your neck every time you leave

push it, you hear

take that back, I don’t care where we

her a taste of

from the

floods

of the kitchen, where Easton is standing, he

“You're late,"

in the arm as he

Sadie, she

“Ryan!"

her

"He's lying!"

smiling, hugging Ryan hello, not an ounce of

get

He's a son.

shenanigans don't apply to

Ugh.

Again.

“How's it going?"

whispers as she

about to raid

surprised he hasn't

"That good, huh?"

was going to have to fake an illness or drop the lasagna or set the

pulls out of

"I'm glad you didn't.

horrible liar and not exactly a

end up grounding you for life and the next time you'd see Easton, you'd

laughing at the

So does Sadie.

all the

“What's so funny?"

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