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.

have always pushed

why I pushed Leigh to make sure I was

wouldn't that conversation go over

mention of it and he'd probably bury

is the one down

"That's the one,"

I tell him.

“Thought so.

every time I

brothers work there as well until you mentioned

family you

mention

he Google my family when he disappeared upstairs

has me even more

we look like

and maybe he knows how—we're a hybrid

pre—law,’ Harper says,

I can feel her

don't glance

like me to, I

haven't decided on a

keep

early to declare

"Changing to what?"

he asks.

provide well for your

is allowed to

sit home and watch The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills

lifts his wine into

lost count how many glasses he's

this time, when he sips, he swallows half the

not have the marriage

home, you don't

don't even own the

is getting ahead of ourselves, dont you

marriage image is

Wonderful.

dream, honey,’ her mom

when we were

He eyes his wife.

“Sure did.

here, at this wonderful stage of our lives, where you walk into our house and see our daughter doing the unmentionable

from bad

Fuck me.

this table to just

"Dad ..."

Ryan starts.

better that

Sadie under there, there wouldn't be an ornament left and every light

girl gets w—i-I-d.*

Sadie gasps.

at Sadie

not like I'm

I'm hearing right

what the

conversation has

behave this way with every girl he's brought home for

Sadie asks Harper's parents.

sets down

girl Ryan has ever brought to

“What?"

smiling

"Is that true?"

He shrugs.

and loud—two things I

She slaps him.

“OMG, shut up!"

what you love about

are having their back

as fucking horrified as

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