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?

charge into the garage to find Blake and Harper laughing and standing close enough that if Ryan caught them, he’d start designing Blake’s

conversation between all

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 craved Harper’s anger,

smiles are dangerous, just like

warn her about

needs to tell Ryan to watch out

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

something familiar washes over me. I can’t decipher if it’s her scent or if it’s just the way she feels. Soft

my

more pissed off than I’ve been. Pissed off that she’s staring

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

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 front of her. How we’re

I can see are

I can smell is her scent, like coconuts and sunshine-like something

turn, all thoughts of Harper gone from

smell her, so she

she’s haunting

I’m way too horny and 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

be

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 the

stumble toward Ryan, ready to ask him if he’s still having fun when both Sadie and Harper reappear-right along with that same tropical smell again.

the hell?

I take a step closer, but the scent disappears the moment

I say to myself as chase

woman is

has a fucking war on his

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 of Harper holding Sadie up turns from