If my father saw Easton here, he was definitely going to lose his mind. Especially since Easton was wearing nothing but his pants.
“So?” he repeated, now sporting a wicked grin.
“You’re not wearing a shirt!” I reminded him.
“You’re wearing it.”
Oh double crap.
“You have to leave right now!” My panic grew as I heard footsteps approaching the kitchen. “The window! Go out the window!”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes! Get out the damn—”
Too late.
My father was standing in the kitchen doorway, staring at Easton and me in complete disbelief. His blond eyebrows furrowed so much they practically became one, and then his attention settled on the tattooed, shirtless boy standing in front of me.
Come on... Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name...
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