You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 149

 Easton

 I swear, every fucking time I turn my back, Blake is there.

He’s like Aisha.

The two of them can sniff out a moment when one of us is alone and vulnerable and they make their move.

But this one I especially didn’t like.

I didn't like the way he was looking at her.

I didn’t like the way she was gazing back at him.

And I didn’t like the way they were standing so close.

There’s over twenty people in the game room, why oh fucking why, is he talking one—on—one with my girl? “Easton,” Blake starts, “I know Harper is yours and I just want you guys to be happy.

You belong together.

Creeping up on her is not my intention at all.

I told you when you came over tonight that I want to start fresh.

I wasn't kidding.

You think I’d jeopardize that by hitting on her?” He smiles, taking a step back.

“She was just standing there, alone, and I went over to keep her company.

Ask her ...” I look at Harper for confirmation and she’s agreeing with him.

“He wasn't hitting on me, Easton.

I promise.” I hold her tighter, trying to push every Blake thought out of her head.

Even if he wasn’t putting a move on her, she was gazing at him in a way that didn’t sit right with me.

“If you're telling the truth,” I say to him, “Then, it looks like you're going to live to see another day.” He raises his glass.

“You cats have fun, I'm off to see the bikinis in the hot tub.” He leaves us alone and Sadie comes over.

“Bowling and me—we’ ve broken up.

Dunzo.

I never want to see an alley or a bowling ball ever again.” “That bad?” I ask her.

“I broke three nails and have a score of zero.” I glance up at the monitor that shows their score.

“You're on your eighth frame and you haven't hit a single pin?” I laugh.

“You weren't kidding, maybe you should break up.” She slaps my arm.

“Asshole.” “What did he say this time?” Ryan asks as he joins us.

“The truth,” Sadie replies.

“I just didn’t want to hear it.” “We've conquered beer pong,” Ryan says to me.

“What are we going to kill now?” “Not bowling,” I joke.

Sadie rolls her eyes.

“How about we just get drunk.

I think we're all really good at that.” Harper clinks her glass against Sadie’s.

“I'm in.” She hiccups, her hand going over her mouth.

“But I might already be halfway there.” “Hell yes,” I growl, hauling her body against mine.

“Does that mean I can do whatever I want to you tonight?” Her parents think she’s staying the night at Sadie’s.

Which is true.

But given that Sadie’s parents are much more lenient than Harper's and Sadie doesn't have a curfew, who knows what time they'll actually end up going home.

“You mean ...

hook up ...

here?” She giggles.