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?

I charge into the garage to find Blake and Harper laughing and standing close enough that

conversation between all of

talking about Harper being off limits or some such shit. But

dangerous, just like

to warn her about

needs to tell Ryan to

like I didn’t exist, which pissed me off. Who the

to threaten her as I grab 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.

my fists at

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

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

then that I realize how close I’m

I can see

like coconuts and sunshine-like something forbidden that

thoughts of Harper

so she has

like she’s

that I hurt her feelings. At least that’s what I tell myself. So why does my chest feel tight?

be

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 the

to ask him if he’s still having fun when both Sadie and Harper reappear-right along

the hell?

but the scent

I say to myself

Cat woman is

that’s the case, Ryan has a fucking war on his

many drunken people stumble in front of me, blocking 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 view