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.

parents have always pushed for good

I pushed Leigh to make sure I

that conversation go over well

probably bury me

the one

"That's the one,"

I tell him.

“Thought so.

time I go to

work there

accomplished family you have there, young

mention that

my family when he disappeared upstairs

me even more

paper, we look like

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

into pre—law,’ Harper says,

I can feel her

glance at

like me to, I

decided on a

to keep my options

declare something

"Changing to what?"

he asks.

certainly provide well for your future

allowed to provide

like I plan to sit home and watch The Real Housewives of Beverly

wine

how many

he sips, he swallows half the

dear, let's not have

you don't even own

don't even own

of ourselves, dont

image is

Wonderful.

honey,’

we were

He eyes his wife.

“Sure did.

here, at this wonderful stage of our lives, where you walk into our

from bad

Fuck me.

table to

"Dad ..."

Ryan starts.

better that it happened to

it been Sadie under there, there wouldn't be an ornament left and every light would be shattered all

girl gets w—i-I-d.*

Sadie gasps.

looks at Sadie and says,

like

believe what I'm hearing

don't know what the

happy the conversation has

Ryan behave this way with every girl he's brought home for

Sadie asks Harper's parents.

mom sets down her

you're the first girl Ryan has ever brought

“What?"

says, smiling

"Is that true?"

He shrugs.

special and loud—two things

She slaps him.

“OMG, shut up!"

what you love

Sadie are

as fucking

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