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

between all of us

he’s talking about Harper being off limits or some such shit. But for the life of mel can’t remember what I

smiles are dangerous,

to warn

tell Ryan to

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

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

I clench my fists

and I’m more pissed off than I’ve been. Pissed off that she’s staring at me like I’m

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

that I realize how

can see

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

backward and turn, all thoughts of Harper gone from my head as

can still smell her, so she has to

like she’s

I’m way too horny and drunk to care that I hurt her feelings. At least that’s what

must be really

As creepy as it would sound if I was sober, in my current position I’m

he’s still having fun when both Sadie and

the hell?

but the scent disappears the moment the

way,” I say to

woman is

case, Ryan has a fucking

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