Counterpoint (In Vino Veritas #0) Read Online J.E. Birk

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: In Vino Veritas Series by J.E. Birk

Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)

One playboy. One perfectionist. So many secrets.

I’m considered the biggest playboy in Burlington, Vermont. The party boy. The guy who lives in the moment and makes decisions with no thought for the future. But people don’t know my past. They don’t know why I make the choices I do. Even my best friend doesn’t know the truth about me. Actually, there are a lot of things he doesn’t know…like the fact that I had a one night stand with his brother last year.
Did I mean to hook up with Aaron? Um, no. Mistakes were made, okay? But unlike most of my mistakes, this one has lasting consequences. Aaron works at the law firm where circumstances are forcing me to be their errand boy. Now we see each other every day. Aaron’s such a nervous wreck he keeps tripping over the copy machine. I’m surprised he hasn’t ended up in traction yet.
He and I are opposites in almost every way. He’s got a GPA higher than Mount Mansfield, and I’m barely going to graduate college. He grocery shops with a spreadsheet, and I’ve got YOLO tattooed on my body. But Aaron sees things in me that no one else does, and I see things in him he doesn’t see in himself. Before I know it, we’re sharing late-night office picnics, evenings out at the bar, and long, hot afternoons on my boat. I’m having the best summer




“Good morning, honey bunches!” I fling open the door of Jamie and Briar’s apartment with as much flourish as I can come up with at 7:30 in the morning. Luckily, I’ve got skills in staying up all night and still functioning reasonably well the next day—and it’s a good thing I do. I completely lost track of time last night and ended up staying out until almost 2 a.m. Whoops. I promised Jamie I would be a good boy and get a full night’s rest before my first day at my new job.

At least Jamie’s used to me breaking promises. Sometimes I’m amazed he’s still my best friend after living in the Burlington University dorms with me. Anyone else probably would have kicked my ass to the curb after the time I came into our room at 3 a.m. drunkenly singing “We Are the Champions” at the top of my lungs. But Jamie just rolled his eyes and joined in at the chorus.

I’m still not sure how I got so lucky in the friend department.

Briar Nord, Jamie’s boyfriend, looks up at me from the bowl of cereal he’s pouring. He grins wryly. “Morning, Jeremy. I had a feeling we were going to regret giving you that spare key.”

“Aww, sweetums, don’t be like that. I brought you a treat.” I whip a white paper bag out from behind my back.

Briar’s eyes immediately light up. “Maple donuts? Gimme. And I take it back. You can have all the keys you want if you bring me donuts in the morning.”

I’m happy to pass over the bag. I had to go a little out of my way to get my morning coffee from The Maple Factory, Briar’s favorite bakery, but the look on Briar’s face right now makes the extra trip worth the trouble. Briar and Jamie have done a lot for me in the past month. After I got the phone call from my mom informing me that she was no longer going to “finance my playboy lifestyle,” as she put it, and that there was no way she was going to pay for me to stay in Vermont during the summer once I finished my junior year, I may have panicked a little. And by “panicked,” I mean I went on a drinking binge that ended with a lost wallet, a strained wrist, and a cute blond guy who kept trying to convince me we should get married.

Again: whoops.

Jamie, Briar, and our friend Lexy were not impressed. But I maintain that my reaction was proportional to the problem. My mother was insisting I move back home to Connecticut for the summer. I’m pretty sure anyone faced with three months of Delia Everett’s disapproval and stern expressions would also start downing tequila shots.

Luckily, Jamie and Briar came to my rescue. Briar helped me land a sublet in the apartment above his and Jamie’s, and Jamie knew a law firm in Burlington hiring a receptionist and gofer boy. It doesn’t pay well, and since most of my money is going to go to rent, I’ll be a little more cash-poor this summer than I’m used to. But at least I’ll be in Burlington, VT, and not in Wellsford, CT, with a mom who thinks I’m wasting my life and never misses an opportunity to tell me so.

“Good morning.” Jamie steps out of the bedroom and into the open living area of the apartment as he wipes sleep out of his eyes. He nods at me. “Oh, good. You’re up. I was going to run upstairs and knock on your door, just in case you stayed out all night or something.”