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 for good

pushed Leigh to make sure

over

mention of it and he'd probably bury me next

firm is the one down on Main

"That's the one,"

I tell him.

“Thought so.

pass it every time I go to

realize your brothers work there

family you

mention that

family when he disappeared upstairs before

me even more

paper, we look like the

how—we're a hybrid of American

Harper says,

feel her

glance

parents would like me to, I

I haven't decided on a major

to keep my

to declare

"Changing to what?"

he asks.

provide well for your

is allowed to provide too, you

home and watch The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills all

wine into

lost count how many glasses

sips, he

dear, let's not have the

you

own the clothes

of ourselves, dont you

the marriage image is

Wonderful.

honey,’ her

dreams when we were her

He eyes his wife.

“Sure did.

you walk into our house

from bad to

Fuck me.

this table to just

"Dad ..."

Ryan starts.

better that it happened to

be an ornament left and every light would be shattered all

gets

Sadie gasps.

Sadie and

like

I'm hearing right

know what the fuck

the conversation has shifted to someone

every girl he's brought

Sadie asks Harper's parents.

sets down her

girl Ryan

“What?"

smiling at

"Is that true?"

He shrugs.

loud—two

She slaps him.

“OMG, shut up!"

what you

look at Harper while Ryan and Sadie are having their back and forth and

as fucking horrified

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