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

I pushed Leigh to

wouldn't that conversation go over well

he'd probably bury me

law firm is the one down on Main Street,

"That's the one,"

I tell him.

“Thought so.

time I go

your brothers work there as well

an accomplished family you have

I mention that

did he Google my family when

me even more

look like

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

Harper says, looking

I can feel her looking at

don't glance at

like

decided on

want to keep my

to declare

"Changing to what?"

he asks.

would certainly provide well

wife is allowed to provide

I plan to sit home and

his wine

many glasses

this time, when he sips, he

let's not have the

live at home, you don't even own

you don't even own the

of

the marriage image is in

Wonderful.

dream, honey,’ her mom

had dreams when we were her age,

He eyes his wife.

“Sure did.

you walk into

from bad

Fuck me.

this table to

"Dad ..."

Ryan starts.

me, it's better that

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

gets

Sadie gasps.

Sadie and

not like

what I'm hearing right

don't know what the fuck

happy the conversation has shifted to someone

every girl he's brought home

Sadie asks Harper's parents.

mom sets down

you're the first girl Ryan

“What?"

says, smiling at

"Is that true?"

He shrugs.

and loud—two things

She slaps him.

“OMG, shut up!"

that's what you

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

as fucking horrified as

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