You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 135

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

to

go over well at this dinner

and he'd probably bury me next to

firm is the one down on Main Street,

"That's the one,"

I tell him.

“Thought so.

it every time

your brothers work there as well

family you have

mention

he Google my family when

has me

we look like the

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

into pre—law,’ Harper

feel her

glance at

parents would like me to,

I haven't decided on a

keep

a little early to declare something I could end

"Changing to what?"

he asks.

would certainly provide well for

is allowed

home and watch The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills

his wine into his

lost count how many glasses he's had

time, when he sips, he swallows half the

let's not

you don't even own a

even own the

ahead of ourselves, dont

image is

Wonderful.

her dream, honey,’ her mom

had dreams when we were her age,

He eyes his wife.

“Sure did.

of our lives, where you walk into our house

from bad

Fuck me.

this table to just swallow

"Dad ..."

Ryan starts.

better that

under there, there wouldn't be an ornament

girl gets w—i-I-d.*

Sadie gasps.

at Sadie and says,

like I'm

can't believe what I'm hearing

don't know what the

conversation has shifted

with every

Sadie asks Harper's parents.

mom sets down her

girl Ryan has ever brought to

“What?"

says, smiling

"Is that true?"

He shrugs.

loud—two things I

She slaps him.

“OMG, shut up!"

what you love

are having their

as fucking

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