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.

I’m hallucinating the entire thing and losing my

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

between all

such shit. But for the

are dangerous, just

to warn

needs to tell Ryan to watch

didn’t exist, which pissed me off. Who the

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 way she feels. Soft

my fists

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

making me react, not because ! have anything other than annoyance with her. “Remember your place,

us. It’s then that I realize how close I’m standing in front of her. How we’re almost chest to chest,

can see are brown

coconuts and

all thoughts of Harper gone from my head as I

can still smell her, so

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 want

be really wasted-like

girl’s neck to see if she’s the one. As creepy as it would sound if I was sober,

still having fun when both Sadie and Harper

the hell?

but the

I say to myself

woman is

the case, Ryan has a fucking war on

blocking my way. The world blurs and tilts around me as the alcohol hits. I slam into a