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

that's why I pushed Leigh to make sure

over

he'd probably bury me next to Fido in

the one down on Main

"That's the one,"

I tell him.

“Thought so.

every time I go to

there

an accomplished family you have there, young

I mention

did he Google my family when he disappeared upstairs before

me even

we look like the

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

pre—law,’ Harper says,

feel her looking at

don't glance

parents would like

haven't decided on a major

to keep my options

declare

"Changing to what?"

he asks.

provide well

is allowed to provide

and watch The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills

his wine into

lost count how many glasses he's

sips, he swallows half the

not have

you don't even own

own

getting ahead of ourselves, dont

marriage image is in

Wonderful.

honey,’ her mom

we were her age,

He eyes his wife.

“Sure did.

wonderful stage of our lives, where you walk into our house and see our daughter doing the unmentionable under

conversation went from bad

Fuck me.

want this table to just

"Dad ..."

Ryan starts.

better that it happened

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

girl gets w—i-I-d.*

Sadie gasps.

looks at Sadie

not like

what I'm

know what the fuck to

happy the conversation has shifted

this way with every girl he's brought home

Sadie asks Harper's parents.

mom sets down her

you're the first girl Ryan has

“What?"

smiling at

"Is that true?"

He shrugs.

and loud—two things I

She slaps him.

“OMG, shut up!"

what you

are having their back and forth

fucking horrified as

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