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, he’d start designing

all of

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

are dangerous,

to warn her about

Ryan to

I didn’t exist, which pissed me off.

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

I clench my

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 I’ve never bothered her before in my

making me react, not because ! have anything other than annoyance

I realize how close I’m standing in front of her. How we’re almost chest to chest, and

see are

can smell is her scent, like coconuts and

and turn, all thoughts of Harper gone from

her, so she

like she’s haunting

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 walking away

be

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

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

the hell?

but the scent disappears the moment

way,” I say to myself as chase after

Cat woman is

the case, Ryan has

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