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

pushed Leigh to make sure I was always

that conversation go over

and he'd probably bury me next to Fido in

is the one down

"That's the one,"

I tell him.

“Thought so.

pass it every time I go to the

didn't realize your brothers work there

family you have there,

I mention

my family when he disappeared upstairs before

me even more

paper, we look like the

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

Harper says,

feel her looking at

glance

like me

haven't decided

keep my options

early to declare something I

"Changing to what?"

he asks.

would certainly provide well

the wife is allowed to

not like I plan to sit home and watch The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills all

his wine

many glasses he's had

when he sips, he

my dear, let's not have the

live at home, you don't even

even own the clothes you're

of

marriage image is in his

Wonderful.

dream, honey,’ her

we were her age,

He eyes his wife.

“Sure did.

you walk into our house and see our daughter doing

went from bad

Fuck me.

want this table to just swallow

"Dad ..."

Ryan starts.

that it happened to

there wouldn't be an ornament left and every light would

girl gets

Sadie gasps.

looks at Sadie

not like

can't believe what I'm

don't know what the fuck to

conversation has shifted to someone

every girl he's brought

Sadie asks Harper's parents.

sets down her

Ryan has ever

“What?"

smiling at

"Is that true?"

He shrugs.

and loud—two things

She slaps him.

“OMG, shut up!"

what you love about

Sadie are having their back and forth and she's

fucking horrified

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