Psycho by Onley James

Author:Onley James [James, Onley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Onley James Books

Cricket smiled when Lucas and August entered the coffee shop, smirking when she saw their fingers threaded together. This morning, her hair was acid green and she wore purple lipstick. She waved hello and immediately started to make their usual orders as they took a table near the door. The place was completely empty. Still, Lucas couldn’t help but note how August took the seat facing the door. It was such a cop thing to do. Ironic considering August was anything but.

Once their order was complete, August snagged it from the counter, dropping too much money into Cricket’s tip jar. He placed Lucas’s coffee and muffin on the table as he returned to his seat, tangling their legs together. They didn’t talk much, but it was a comfortable silence filled with glances that made Lucas blush like a fucking school girl thinking about what they’d done just hours before.

Lucas slowly dissected his chocolate chip muffin, tearing it into tiny pieces before popping them into his mouth. August had chosen a cheddar jalapeño scone, which he was eating with a delicacy Lucas found amusing, like he was concerned about getting crumbs on his jeans and t-shirt.

As they ate, Cricket watched them carefully, her gaze darting from them to something behind the counter, to the door, and back again. It wasn’t that she was behaving any weirder than usual, but something in her behavior was making Lucas uneasy, which in turn was making August scan the restaurant for whatever perceived threat might be lurking.

When August’s phone rang, he turned it over to view the screen, immediately picking it up when he saw who was calling. He placed the phone between them and hit the speaker button. “Morning, Calliope.”

August putting it on speakerphone seemed like a weirdly intimate gesture. Lucas rolled his eyes at the ridiculous thought, earning a confused look from August. Lucas waved a hand to let him know to ignore him.

“How’s the arm?” Calliope asked in lieu of a greeting.

August’s mouth formed a hard line. “Who told?”

Calliope chuckled. “Who do you think? Adam texted me before you two had even left the warehouse. You let that bitch get a hold of a scalpel? That’s not like you.”

“Thank you. That’s what I said,” Lucas interjected, giving August a superior look.

There was a long pause, and then, “Oh, my God. Are you him? Are you Lucas? The Lucas?” Calliope asked with the same reverence and awe she might give a celebrity.

August smirked at him, taking a sip of his coffee.

Lucas leaned closer to the phone. “Um, yeah. Hi.”

“Hi. Hi,” she said again. “I’ve heard so much about you. Is it true you’re psychic? I totally believe in all of that. Astrology. Tarot. Ghosts. My mother knew when people were going to die before they did. She said she used to look at their faces and instead of their normal face, she’d see a skull instead. It started when she was a kid, in church no less—”

“Calliope,” August interjected, “was there a reason you called?”

Lucas liked her instantly.

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