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

why I pushed Leigh to make sure I was always receiving

that conversation go over well at this

it and he'd probably bury me next

law firm is the one down on

"That's the one,"

I tell him.

“Thought so.

it every time I go

work there as well until

an accomplished family you have there, young

I mention

my family

me even more

look

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

Harper says, looking

can feel

don't glance at

would like me

decided on

keep my options

a little early to declare something I

"Changing to what?"

he asks.

provide well for your future

allowed to provide too, you

and watch The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills

his wine into

many glasses he's had

time, when he sips, he swallows

let's not have the

at home, you don't

own the clothes

of ourselves,

marriage image is in his

Wonderful.

her dream, honey,’

we were her

He eyes his wife.

“Sure did.

where you walk into our house and see our daughter doing the

went from

Fuck me.

table to

"Dad ..."

Ryan starts.

that

under there, there wouldn't be an ornament left

gets

Sadie gasps.

looks at Sadie and says,

not like I'm

believe what I'm hearing right now,’

don't know what the fuck

conversation has

Ryan behave this way with every girl he's brought

Sadie asks Harper's parents.

mom sets

Ryan

“What?"

smiling at

"Is that true?"

He shrugs.

and loud—two things I

She slaps him.

“OMG, shut up!"

that's what you love about

while Ryan and Sadie are having their back and

fucking horrified as

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