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

why I pushed Leigh to make sure I was always receiving

that conversation go over

he'd probably bury me next

his law firm is the one down on Main Street, next to

"That's the one,"

I tell him.

“Thought so.

every time I go to the

work there as well until you

you have

mention

he Google my family

thought has me even

we look like the

he knows how—we're a hybrid of American Gangster and The Wolf of

Harper says,

least I can feel

glance

like me

decided

to keep my options

early to declare

"Changing to what?"

he asks.

certainly provide well

is allowed to provide too, you

not like I plan to sit home and watch The Real

his wine

count how many glasses

time, when he sips, he swallows half

dear, let's not have the marriage

still live at home, you

don't even own

of

the marriage image is

Wonderful.

her dream, honey,’ her

when we were

He eyes his wife.

“Sure did.

where you walk into our house and see our

went from bad to

Fuck me.

to just swallow

"Dad ..."

Ryan starts.

it's better that

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

girl gets

Sadie gasps.

Sadie and

like

I'm hearing right

what the fuck

the conversation has

with every girl he's brought home for

Sadie asks Harper's parents.

mom sets down

girl Ryan has ever brought to

“What?"

says, smiling

"Is that true?"

He shrugs.

special and loud—two things I

She slaps him.

“OMG, shut up!"

what you

Harper while Ryan and Sadie are having their back and forth and she's shaking

as fucking horrified as

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