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

between all of us

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

smiles are dangerous, just like

needs to warn her about

Ryan to

walk past me like I didn’t exist, which pissed me off. Who the hell does she think she

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

my

Pissed off that she’s staring at me like I’m the devil, when I’ve never bothered her before in my

react, not because !

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 almost chest to chest, and how the rest of the

I can see are brown

her scent, like coconuts and sunshine-like

of Harper gone from my head as I

smell her, so she has to be

like she’s haunting

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

must be really

if she’s the one. As creepy as it would sound if I was sober, in my

stumble toward Ryan, ready 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

say to myself

Cat woman

Ryan has a

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