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?

Harper laughing and standing close enough that if Ryan caught them,

between all

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

are dangerous,

warn her about

also needs to tell Ryan to watch out

didn’t exist, which pissed me

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

clench my fists at

been. Pissed off that she’s staring

me react, not because !

then that I realize how close I’m standing in front of her. How we’re

see are

scent, like coconuts and sunshine-like something

and turn, all thoughts of Harper

smell her, so she

she’s haunting

to care that I hurt her feelings. At least

be

every girl’s neck to see if she’s the one. As creepy as it would sound if I

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

the hell?

a step closer, but the scent disappears the moment the

say to myself as

woman is

Ryan has a fucking war on his

into a few bodies until I finally reach my own front door. The view of Harper holding Sadie up turns