Chapter One
Luna
Present day
After I graduated high school, I went to college in Boston, Massachusetts and ended up staying in the city after I graduated with my degree in business and design. I worked at a small boutique that made me realize I wanted to have my own store one day. Nothing changed much in the last seven years besides the fact that I was twenty-five now, and London and Oliver had to come visit me in Boston since I always refused to go home unless it was absolutely necessary.
Like now.
But this time, it wasn’t a visit. I had to move home because Dad got diagnosed with Leukemia, and Mom was pulling doubles at the hospital as a nurse. I couldn’t in good conscious stay in Boston when my family needed me.
As I packed up the one-bedroom apartment nestled in downtown Boston, dread crept in my veins about leaving this place. I loved it here. I loved the snow. I loved the culture, the city, the historical architecture of the buildings, and the food.
I loved the food.
There was this place called Faneuil Hall, and it had every single food from every culture you could think of. Knowing that I was leaving this staple to go to a small town that had one diner and a McDonald’s didn’t sit well with me.
I had grown as a person by leaving Camden and now I had to go back, granted, it was for the best reason. Camden held nothing but bad memories for me, and since no one ever left that town, everyone knew everyone.
Which meant everyone knew Easton, who was a big part of the reason why I never went home. I left, wanting to get as far away from him as possible. He ruined high school for me. Everyone thought I ended up getting an abortion, and he never said anything about it.
Easton and I never even kissed, let alone had sex.
And even though it happened nearly a decade ago, I still held onto so much anger and resentment. I never wanted to see him again, which meant that wouldn’t happen since everyone sees everyone in Camden at some point during the day.
Joy.
“Knock knock,” London tapped her knuckles on the door, and Oliver stood behind her, holding up a bottle of champagne.
“Time to party, bitch!” Oliver bumped London out of the way with his hip as he sashayed into the room, flamboyant as ever with his see-through mesh top and short pink leather shorts. He never hid himself from anyone. He was gay and proud of it, and let the world know.
I was jealous of his ability to live life to the fullest. He was his own party, and he always got people to party with him.
It was a real gift.
“Hey, you made it!” I ran to them and engulfed them in a tight hug.
“They aren’t the only ones,” another voice came from the doorway, and when I lifted my head from Oliver and London’s shoulders, the biggest grin took over my face when I saw Ethan and Evan standing in the doorway. The Moore parents named all of their sons with the letter E for some reason. They said it was because it was easier to keep track of them, but it took me years as a kid to get their names right.
Sometimes, I still get them wrong.
Except for Easton. He
was the only brother I didn’t talk to. I didn’t have his number anymore, any pictures, nothing. He didn’t exist in my new life. I made sure of that.
“Oh my god! Ethan, Evan! What are you guys doing here?” I pushed Oliver and London out of the way, and Oliver scoffed, displeased that I tossed him aside to get to two of my other favorite people in the world. It was uncanny how much the Moore brothers looked alike. All of them had beautifully tanned skin and a dimple in their chin. Evan and Ethan shared brown hair, but their eyes were different. Evan had beautiful green eyes while Ethan had irises of chocolate.
It was unfair that a family of all sons were so handsome.
“London told us that you were moving back home, and we offered our assistance. We brought the truck, but I’m hoping we can get some food beforehand.” Ethan patted his stomach, and I could see under the tight fabric the abs that proved he could eat what he wanted, yet not gain an ounce, but being a firefighter, I supposed that helped him with his figure. Then there was Evan. He was the oldest of the Moore brothers. He was thirty, a detective, and the silent brooding type, but always went out of his way to be there for me when I needed it.
Like now.
“Yeah, Faneuil Hall is only a block away. We can feast,” I said, pulling Ethan in for a hug. I held on tighter and a bit longer than usual, but it had been months since I’d seen him, and I missed him. When I let go, I stood on my tiptoes and kissed Evan on the cheek, and he gave me a side hug. He wasn’t the biggest fan of showing affection, so a side hug was like striking gold in an abandoned mine. “You guys shouldn’t have. I don’t have much to pack, really. I’m afraid you have wasted your time.”
“Time is never wasted if it means I get to see you, Luna. Come on; you know that.”
I blushed under Ethan’s words, wishing he was the brother I could have feelings for. He was handsome and kind, but I told myself to stay away from all Moore brothers romantically. My life was better off without the dreaded tangled knot of being in love with any of them.