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 good

that's why I pushed Leigh to make sure I was always

that conversation go over

and he'd probably bury me next

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

"That's the one,"

I tell him.

“Thought so.

pass it every time

there as well until

accomplished family you have there,

mention that

my family when he disappeared upstairs

thought has me

look like the

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

Harper

feel her looking

don't glance at

parents would like me to, I

haven't decided on a

keep

little early to declare something

"Changing to what?"

he asks.

would certainly provide well for

the wife is allowed to provide

and watch The Real Housewives of

his wine into his

how many glasses

time, when he sips,

dear, let's not have the

home, you don't even

don't even own the

ahead of ourselves, dont

the marriage image

Wonderful.

honey,’ her

we were her age,

He eyes his wife.

“Sure did.

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

from bad to

Fuck me.

table to

"Dad ..."

Ryan starts.

that

ornament left and every light would be shattered all

girl gets w—i-I-d.*

Sadie gasps.

at Sadie and

like

I'm hearing

don't know what the fuck

just happy the conversation has

way with every girl he's brought home for

Sadie asks Harper's parents.

sets down her

Ryan has ever brought

“What?"

smiling at

"Is that true?"

He shrugs.

and loud—two

She slaps him.

“OMG, shut up!"

you

Harper while Ryan and Sadie are having their back and forth and

as fucking horrified as

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