Chapter 135
Easton
"This is delicious,’ I say to Harper's mom after I take my first bite of her lasagna.

"Thank you again for having me over."

Harper had told me her mom was a good cook.

She wasn't kidding.

At least that's one positive thing that will come out of this experience.

I certainly won't go to bed hungry.

"Thank you, Easton.

I'm happy you like it,"

her mom replies.

"Yup, he's right,’ Sadie says, her mouth full.

“This is some seriously good grub.

The last time my mom made lasagna, she used cottage cheese instead of ricotta—I guess she ran out."

She takes a bite of garlic bread, the crunch loud enough to wake the dead.

“I wish I could say it was good, but it had chunks of pineapple in it."

She makes a face like she's about to hurl.

"Pineapple with meat sauce, that's a hard no."

"I'm happy to share my recipe with her,"

her mom says.

"Just remind me in the morning and I'll text you a picture of it."

“Easton, her dad says, wiping his mouth with a napkin, giving me a second to chew and swallow, preparing for more battle.

“How are your grades this year?"

"My grades are good, sir."

“Easton always makes honor roll,"

Sadie chimes in.

"He's one of the smart ones.

You know, like Ryan here."

She bats her eyes at him, and he kisses her.

Man, that kid has balls.

I'm sitting beside Harper, but I've barely looked at her.

I don't fucking dare.

With her dad sitting across from me, I can feel him stare at me while he chews.

While he takes a drink.

While he moves his salad around the plate.

Will this ever fucking end?

"So, is Sadie right, you make honor roll?"

he asks me.

"Yep."

I hold my piece of garlic bread, but I dont take a bite.

It reminds me of a bun—and just, no.

always

to

go over well

of it and he'd probably bury me next to

firm is the one down on Main Street, next

"That's the one,"

I tell him.

“Thought so.

time I go

didn't realize your brothers work there as well until you

an accomplished family you have there, young

I mention

did he Google my family when he

me even

paper, we look like

if you start digging— and maybe he knows how—we're a hybrid of American Gangster and The

pre—law,’ Harper says,

least I can feel her

glance at

would like me to, I

decided on a

want to keep my options

little early to declare something

"Changing to what?"

he asks.

would certainly provide well for your

the wife is allowed to provide too, you

sit home and watch The Real

his wine into

lost count how many

time, when he sips, he swallows

dear, let's not have the

home, you don't

don't even own

ahead of ourselves, dont you

image is

Wonderful.

honey,’ her mom

had dreams when we

He eyes his wife.

“Sure did.

stage of our lives, where you walk

from

Fuck me.

this table to just

"Dad ..."

Ryan starts.

that it happened to

an ornament left and every light would be shattered all over

gets w—i-I-d.*

Sadie gasps.

Sadie and says,

not like

believe what I'm hearing right now,’

don't know what the

the conversation has shifted

Ryan behave this way with every girl

Sadie asks Harper's parents.

sets

the first girl Ryan has ever brought

“What?"

says, smiling

"Is that true?"

He shrugs.

loud—two things I

She slaps him.

“OMG, shut up!"

that's what you love

Sadie are having their back and

fucking

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