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?"

bowl

that?* He

weren't out

you have no idea."

"Ugh."

my

can't come

Except ...

I really

be

I will be, too.

if those places aren't anywhere

can you grab it from

mother calls from the

of ice being put

is already

"Be right back,"

the kitchen, grabbing the

and Mom is cutting and

“Mom?"

knife still

“Mmm—hmm?"

to say this, but I

has gotten the

Can we...

I don't know ...

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

down, the noise making

think you're in a

hands on

got off thin ice,

your

your neck every time

push it, you hear

we end up, graduation needs

I answer, giving her a taste

shouts from the front door, in a

floods through

is standing, he mouths, “Thank fucking God,’ telling me he feels the same

“You're late,"

punching my brother in the arm as

she

“Ryan!"

shouts, her face

"He's lying!"

she's smiling, hugging Ryan hello, not an ounce of anger

course, she doesn't get

He's a son.

shenanigans don't apply to

Ugh.

Again.

“How's it going?"

whispers as she

he's about to raid your

surprised he

"That good, huh?"

up soon, I was going to have to fake an illness or drop the

out of our hug,

"I'm glad you didn't.

a horrible liar and not exactly a professional

life and the next time you'd see

laughing at the

So does Sadie.

and all the anxiousness I've

“What's so funny?"

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