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?

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

between all

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

dangerous,

needs to warn her

Ryan to watch out for our

were said, and Harper tried to walk past me like I didn’t

the wrist and push her up against the wall, when something familiar washes over me. I can’t decipher if it’s her scent or if it’s just the way she

clench my fists at

blurs in front of me, and I’m more pissed off than I’ve been. Pissed off that she’s

her because she’s making me react, not because !

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

see are brown

smell is her scent, like coconuts and sunshine-like something forbidden that should

of Harper

smell her, so she has to

she’s haunting

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 really wasted-like

waves me over to the keg, while 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

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

the hell?

step closer, but the scent disappears the moment

say to myself as chase

Cat woman

the case, Ryan has a fucking

and tilts around me as the alcohol hits. I slam into a few bodies until I finally reach my own front door.