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You’re a horrible liar and not exactly a professional arsonist.
Your parents would end up grounding you for life and the next time you’d see Easton, you’d be his neighbor in some old ass assisted living place.”
I start laughing at the thought.
So does Sadie.
And the whole buildup of tonight and all the anxiousness I’ve been feeling makes me laugh even harder.
“What’s so funny?”
Ryan asks.
I know Mom’s looking at us and Easton is glaring from the entryway, obviously too spooked to come any closer in fear that we’ll be less than six feet apart.
“Nothing,”
I tell Ryan.
He wraps his arms around Sadie’s waist.
“Doesn’t sound like nothing to me.”
“You’re finally here,’ my father says as he walks in, rubbing his hands together before he picks up the wine glass he left on the counter.
“Hmmm,”
he says, lifting the glass into the air, inspecting it.
“Did I drink all of this?
I swear it was half full before I went upstairs.”
I feel like all eyes are on me, so I say,
“It wasn’t me.”
“I didn’t touch it,’ Easton says, his hands up, like he’s being arrested.
Ryan walks over to our father and puts his arm around his shoulders.
“It was me.
The wine was looking a little lonely and I decided to sample it.”
“Lonely, seriously?”
I inquire.
“A half of a glass …
gets lonely?”
I can’t wait to hear this.
Ryan smiles, lifting the bottle to refill Dad’s glass.
“Yeah, and it’s a good thing I was here to keep it company.”
He pats his stomach.
“I’m starving, let’s eat.”
Mom shakes her head, rolling her eyes.
“Oh, Ryan.”
Oh, Ryan?
OH, RYAN?
That’s all she’s going to say?
I can’t even with my parents.
With Ryan getting away with drinking and naughtiness and grabbing Sadie.
While my poor boyfriend looks like he’s about to give birth through his dick.
“Does that mean I can have a glass?”
I ask.
“No!”
both of my parents say at the same time.
What.
The ever loving.
Fuck.
Mom points at the lasagna.
“Bring that into the dining room, Harper, and pour water into the glasses you just filled with ice.
It’s time to eat.”
I put my hands through the mitts and as I’m passing Sadie onto the way to the dining room, I whisper,
“You better have brought edibles for dessert.”
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 ricottaI 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 bunand just, no.
“My parents have always pushed for good grades.”
And that’s why I pushed Leigh to make sure I was always receiving them.
Damn, wouldn’t that conversation go over well at this dinner table.
One mention of it and he’d probably bury me next to Fido in the backyard.
“Your dad, his law firm is the one down on Main Street, next to the bank?”
“That’s the one,”
I tell him.
“Thought so.
I pass it every time I go to the bank.
I didn’t realize your brothers work there as well until you mentioned it.
What an accomplished family you have there, young man.”
Did I mention that part?
Or did he Google my family when he disappeared upstairs before dinner?
The thought has me even more uneasy.
On paper, we look like the dream.
But if you start digging and maybe he knows howwe’re a hybrid of American Gangster and The Wolf of Wall Street.
“Easton’s going into prelaw,’ Harper says, looking at me.
At least I can feel her looking at me.
I don’t glance at her.
“My parents would like me to, I admit.
“But I haven’t decided on a major yet.
I want to keep my options open.
Seems a little early to declare something I could end up changing.”
“Changing to what?”
he asks.
“Law would certainly provide well for your future family.”
“Dad, the wife is allowed to provide too, you know.
It’s not like I plan to sit home and watch The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills all day.”