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?

the garage to find Blake and Harper laughing and standing close enough that if

all of us is

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, just like

to warn

to tell Ryan to watch out for

tried to walk past me like I didn’t exist, which pissed me off. Who the

can’t decipher if it’s her scent or if it’s just the way she feels. Soft in all the right places, leaving

clench my

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

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

then that I realize how close I’m standing in front of her. How we’re almost chest to chest, and how the rest of the world goes suddenly

can see are

coconuts

of Harper

smell her, so she has

like she’s haunting

even care at this point. 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 walking away make me want to chase

be

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 brilliant

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

the hell?

take a step closer, but the scent disappears

I say to myself as

Cat woman

that’s the case, Ryan has

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 of Harper holding Sadie up turns from two girls into