You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 13

Easton

I’m pissed, hating my reaction to Harper. Thinking of my mystery girl.

I’ve had her twice. Cat woman, whatever you want to call her, and now I can’t find her anywhere. All see is Harper. So, I do what anyone else does in extreme sexual frustration

I drink.

A lot.

I’m at least five shots in, plus two beers when I watch Harper collide

with Blake. I fully expected Harper to turn in disgust

Instead, I watched in mild horror when he leads her into the garage. The same sacred garage I was in earlier, ready to attack an anonymous girl’s mouth with every single kiss I have in my arsenal.

Before her phone went off, I was ready to strip my mystery girl bare, lay her against the fridge, the floor, really any strong surface was up for grabs.

I shove Aisha away after five minutes go by and Blake and Harper still don’t reappear and I grab another beer.

Aisha was pissed but whatever. Why the hell is Blake with Harper in the garage? And why do I even care?

It’s Harper. She’s Ryan’s problem.

Not mine.

And yet the idea of Blake even touching her fills me with something unfamiliar that I can’t identify

Before I know what I’m doing, I’m charging down the hall, thoughts still stuck on cat woman. Harper. They’re mixing. Mingling.

Maybe I’m hallucinating the entire thing and losing my mind. I mean, does the perfect girl even exist?

to find Blake and Harper laughing

all of

limits or some such shit. But for the life of mel can’t remember what I actually said, only that I

dangerous, just like Blake’s

needs to warn her

Ryan to watch out for our

tried to walk past me like I didn’t exist, which pissed me

washes over me. I can’t decipher if it’s her scent

my fists at

that she’s staring at me like I’m the devil,

react, not because ! have anything other than annoyance with her. “Remember

onto the space between us. It’s then that I realize how close I’m standing

can see are

can smell is her scent, like coconuts and

all thoughts of Harper gone from my head

still smell her, so she has to

she’s haunting

drunk to care that I hurt her feelings. At least that’s what I tell myself. So why does my chest feel tight? Why does the sight of her walking away make me want

must be really

one. As creepy as it would sound if I was sober, in my

Ryan, ready to ask him if he’s still having fun when both Sadie and

the hell?

closer, but the

I say to

woman is

the case, Ryan has a fucking war on his

world blurs and tilts around me as the alcohol hits. I slam into a few bodies until I finally reach my own front door. The view of Harper holding Sadie up turns from two girls into six.