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 and standing close enough that if Ryan

between all of us

Harper being off limits or some such shit. But

are dangerous,

to warn

to tell Ryan to watch out for

didn’t exist, which pissed

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

I clench my fists

been. Pissed off that she’s staring at me like I’m the devil,

hurt her because she’s making me react, not because ! have anything other than annoyance with

falls from her eye and slides down her cheek, dripping off her jaw and onto the space between us. It’s then that I realize how close I’m standing in

I can see are brown

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

and turn, all thoughts of Harper gone from my head as

smell her, so

like she’s

At least that’s what I tell myself. So why does my chest feel tight? Why does the sight of her walking away make

be really

to see if she’s the one. As creepy as it would sound if I was sober, in

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

the hell?

the scent disappears

to

Cat woman

has a

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