Moonstruck (Necessary Evils, #3)

by Onley James

“I’m not gay,” Atticus managed, sounding unsure even to himself. The stranger grinned, and Atticus’s stomach did somersaults. “Yeah, but you’re not straight either, are you?” “I’m a psychopath,” Atticus blurted. The stranger leaned forward, his whisper conspiratorial. “I’m a Scorpio. I still like banging dudes.”

“What was so important you called me away from…work?” Atticus asked, earning a smirk from Lucas, who stared pointedly at Atticus’s rumpled clothing. “Are we finally having an intervention for Archer’s drinking?” Archer snorted, then downed the remainder of his drink, snagging a bottle off the shelf behind him and refilling his glass. “It’s possible. Nobody’s told me anything.” Had he brought his own booze?

“Thomas and Aiden…you know…” Noah trailed off, nodding like that would somehow make them connect whatever dots lingered. When none of them finished his vague statement, he scoffed. “Oh, my God. They’re hot for each other.” Atticus’s hand went to his chest like some scandalized maiden clutching her pearls. “That’s absurd. He’s our brother.”

Archer tipped his glass towards the speaker as if Calliope could see him. “They don’t call it getting pickled for nothing.” He looked to his father. “The key is to never get sober. You have to make your organs afraid. Make them work with the booze, not against it.”