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 pushed for

why I pushed Leigh to make sure I was always receiving

wouldn't that conversation go over well

it and he'd probably bury me next to Fido

one down on Main

"That's the one,"

I tell him.

“Thought so.

time

brothers work there as

family you have

I mention

he Google my family when he disappeared upstairs

has me even

we look like

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

pre—law,’ Harper says,

I can feel

don't glance at

like me

I haven't decided on a major

want to keep

early to declare something I could

"Changing to what?"

he asks.

would certainly provide well for your future

the wife is allowed to

sit home and watch The Real

lifts his wine into his

lost count how many glasses he's had

he sips, he swallows half the

my dear, let's not have

home, you don't

even own the clothes

is getting ahead of

marriage image is in

Wonderful.

dream, honey,’ her mom

when we were her age,

He eyes his wife.

“Sure did.

this wonderful stage of our lives, where you walk into our house

went from

Fuck me.

want this table to just

"Dad ..."

Ryan starts.

that it

there wouldn't be an ornament left and every light would be shattered all

gets

Sadie gasps.

at Sadie

not like

can't believe what I'm hearing right

what

happy the conversation has

every girl he's brought home

Sadie asks Harper's parents.

mom sets down her

Ryan

“What?"

smiling

"Is that true?"

He shrugs.

and loud—two things

She slaps him.

“OMG, shut up!"

that's what you love about

Sadie are

fucking horrified

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