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

between all of us

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

are dangerous, just like

warn her

also needs to tell Ryan to watch out for

like I didn’t exist, which pissed me off. Who

me. I can’t decipher if it’s her scent or if it’s just the way she feels. Soft

I clench my fists

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

not because !

slides down her cheek, dripping 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

can see are

coconuts

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

her, so

like she’s haunting

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

be really wasted-like

As creepy as it would

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

the hell?

closer, but the scent

to myself as chase

Cat woman is

that’s the case, Ryan has a fucking war

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