“That grandma bathing suit is one of the most expensive brands we carry—Shan. It isn’t cheap, and athletes wear them,” he informs her.
“It has sleeves, Easton. Sleeves! I’d be better off wearing my bra and panties outside.”
“Wouldn’t happen,” I bark out, deciding to get up and start dinner. It’s just past five, and I’m actually hungry. As I chop the pineapple and jalapeño into pico-sized chunks, Piper and Easton move to the breakfast bar and continue chatting.
“What kind of women does Tristan like?”
Easton hesitates. “You know, I’m not sure anymore. When I was younger, I remember he dated a girl from England. Foreign exchange student. But I was only seven when he graduated high school and left for boot camp.”
“Wow, so you didn’t really get to grow up together for long. English student
