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

conversation between all of us is

and he’s talking about Harper being off limits or some such shit. But for the life of mel

smiles are dangerous,

warn her about

also needs to tell Ryan to watch out

to walk past me like I didn’t exist, which pissed

to threaten her 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 it’s her scent or if it’s just the

clench my fists

off than I’ve been. Pissed off that

me react, not because ! have anything other than

her jaw and onto the space between us. It’s then that I realize how close I’m standing in

see

like coconuts and sunshine-like something forbidden that should

and turn, all thoughts of Harper gone from my head as I eagerly search

still smell her, so she has to be

she’s

At

must be

if she’s the one. As creepy as

fun when both Sadie and Harper

the hell?

take a step closer, but the scent disappears the moment the

way,” I say to myself as chase after

Cat woman

the case, Ryan has a

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