You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 144

Harper

 I’m walking out the double doors, stopping short when I see her in the parking lot.

Aisha.

Say what? She hasn't spotted me yet and I rush back inside, going to where Easton is still standing in line.

He sees me, looking confused as I approach him.

“We have to go.” “Why-” I grab his hand and pull him out of line.

“Follow me.” I'm dragging him to the back of the store, not looking backward, grateful he’s not resisting.

We're near the pharmacy, hiding behind one of the taller racks when I finally come to a stop.

“What the hell, Harper? What's going on?” “I saw—"

I release a shuddery breath, hating how out of shape I feel.

“—Aisha in the parking lot.” “What the fuck?” I shush him because his voice was really loud just now.

“Are you serious?” Nodding, I take a couple of steps to my right, peeking around the taller display that’s hiding us.

I don't see her stupid blonde head anywhere, but that doesn't mean anything.

“What is she doing on this side of town?” “I don't know.

That's the reason why you made me drive all the way over here.

So we wouldn't run into anyone.” “Right.

Yet here she is.” Pretty freaking suspicious if you ask me.

“Let's buy our stuff at the pharmacy.” Easton glances over his shoulder.

“It’s still open.” “Good idea.” There’s no line so we’re able to approach the woman working behind the counter and make our purchase, me with my back to her so I can see the entire store, my gaze searching for that familiar, bitchy blonde head.

But she’s nowhere to be found.

Hmmm.

“All right, let’s get out of here,” Easton says to me once he’s done, clutching the long receipt in one hand and the bag in the other.

“I've got everything in here.

Even your Santa sack.” I roll my eyes at him, relieved that the pregnancy tests are hidden away in the shopping bag.

“You never know.

Maybe I want to put your Christmas present in there.” He grins, and for a moment, I forget all of our troubles as I stare into Easton's sparkling eyes.

“Can't wait to open it on Christmas morning.” “Oh look.

It’s the lovebirds.” We both glance over to find Aisha standing in front of us, her lips curled into a sneer, her gaze full of thinly veiled disgust.

“Go away,” Easton practically snarls, his arm going around my shoulders and pulling me in close to him.

I want to shout with happiness at how rude he’s being toward her.

It’s the best thing ever.

“Well hello to you too,” she retorts.

“Seriously, Aisha.

What the fuck do you want from us?” Easton shakes his head.

“Don't bother answering.

I think I know.

And you're never going to get it.” “No need to be so rude.