You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 195

Harper

"I feel like this is enough food to feed our entire senior class,’ Sadie snorts as she drives away from McDonald's, our final stop for the boys.

That's after we already picked up the pizzas and added several large fries and a few more burgers to the order, knowing they're probably drunk and most definitely high and will eat more than they've asked for.

“You know our men, they're endless pits of hunger.” “Ain't that the truth.” She turns at the light, heading for Blake's neighborhood, one that's just as nice as Easton's.

“When does Blake leave again, like a few days, right?” “Girl, he's leaving tomorrow, that's why they need to get it all done today.

Once he's packed, the boys are going to load it all into Blake's car, and we're going to party tonight, and then Blake will take off in the moming.” “Damn.” She shakes her head.

"This is all happening so fast.” “You're telling me,’ I say as she begins to slow for the stop sign.

I glance at her.

"You know ...

we're next.” “Don't go there, we still need to shop and pack and have fun this summer.

We have some time before we take off."

She's right.

We have the whole summer, Blake is just going early to San Diego.

But I'm glad we're not heading to UCLA until freshman orientation, which is in a couple months.

I need more time with Sadie and I need more time with Ryan.

And I need time to unwind from the last few months of school and prepare my brain for all the hard work I have ahead of me.

How I'm going to balance Dean's List—something my scholarship requires me to maintain—with Easton and partying and college fun.

I know I can do it.

going to take a lot of focus when I suddenly have so

know what's one of the best things

onto Blake's

"What's that?"

and Dad have

“Whaaaat?” I smile.

a surprise to me,

tonight when you picked

to be home and she said she'd spoken with Dad and they decided not to give me a

off, I don't want my parents to

they will—like in three seconds.” She

She pulls into

I say and climb out of the car, balancing the pizzas and McDonald's bags on

holds out her hands—‘“give me something, you don't have to carry it all.” I shake my

fine.” We go up the walkway and up the front steps,

“Are his parents’ home?"

I ask Sadie.

She shrugs.

"No idea.

don't see their cars, but they have an eight— car garage or something, I doubt they park in the driveway.” “Try ringing the bell,” I say after another

presses the button and we can hear the bell go off inside, the double chimes that echo

goes by, I say, “Where are the boys?” I look toward the

sure they are, but the house is so big, they probably can't hear

I've only been to

just let

think so, I tell

it should be fine.” She takes a step inside, looking in both directions before

we bring the food up to them or leave it down here and we'll eat in the kitchen?” "I

correctly, there's a bar up there where I'm sure they have

of my hands, leading us to

we're past the first few steps, I say, "Maybe they're passed

them, they had a ton to drink.”

the long, windy hallway toward Blake's wing, where he has his own sitting area and bathroom, he even has

corner toward his sitting room and that's when we