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.

have always pushed

why I pushed Leigh to make sure I

over

of it and he'd probably bury me

one down on Main Street,

"That's the one,"

I tell him.

“Thought so.

pass it every time I

there as well

you

mention that

my family when he disappeared upstairs

me even more

we look

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

into pre—law,’ Harper says, looking at

can feel her

don't glance

would like

I haven't decided on a major

to keep

a little early to declare

"Changing to what?"

he asks.

certainly provide well for your future

wife is allowed to provide too,

and watch The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills all

wine into his

how many glasses he's

time, when he sips, he

not have the marriage

home, you don't even

don't even own

getting ahead of

image is

Wonderful.

dream, honey,’ her mom

dreams when we were her

He eyes his wife.

“Sure did.

we're here, at this wonderful stage of our lives, where you walk into our house and see our daughter doing the unmentionable

conversation went from bad to

Fuck me.

this table to just swallow

"Dad ..."

Ryan starts.

it's better that it

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

girl gets w—i-I-d.*

Sadie gasps.

looks at Sadie and says,

not like

can't believe what I'm hearing right

what the fuck to

the conversation has shifted

way with every girl he's brought home

Sadie asks Harper's parents.

mom sets

the first girl Ryan has

“What?"

says, smiling at

"Is that true?"

He shrugs.

special and loud—two things

She slaps him.

“OMG, shut up!"

what you love about

Sadie are having their back and forth and she's shaking her

as fucking

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