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?

pumps through me as I charge into the garage to find Blake and Harper laughing and standing close enough that if Ryan caught

all of

and he’s talking about Harper being off limits or some such shit. But for the life of mel can’t remember what I actually said, only that I

smiles are dangerous,

needs to warn

Ryan to watch out for

walk past me like I didn’t exist, which pissed me off. Who the hell does she

her by the wrist and push her up against the wall, when something familiar washes over me. I can’t decipher if it’s her scent or if it’s just the way she feels. Soft in all the

clench my fists

front of me, and I’m more pissed off than I’ve been. Pissed off that she’s staring at me like I’m the devil, when

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

I

see are

her scent, like coconuts and sunshine-like something forbidden that should be

I stumble backward and turn, all thoughts of Harper gone

still smell her, so she has

like she’s haunting

I’m way too horny and drunk to care that I hurt her feelings. At least

must be

keg, while I’m ready to smell every girl’s neck to see if she’s the one. As creepy as it would sound if I was sober, in my current position I’m ready to apply for a Mensa membership at

still having fun when both Sadie and Harper reappear-right along with that

the hell?

closer, but the scent disappears the moment

way,” I say to myself as

Cat woman is

case, Ryan has a

my way. The 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