Every one of my relationships—from hookups to business partners—begins and ends with an NDA. Hell, I've never even been on a real date. That's what happens when your famous, secretly gay parents go to extremes to protect their kids from the media's unrelenting spotlight. In a life where I try on and cast off pet projects like I change my socks, two people generate the kind of chemistry that holds my interest. Believe me, that's saying something. There's my brother's business partner, Tristan Cooperson. Mr. Hot Suit. Professional overthinker. Doesn't just avoid mixing business with pleasure. He doesn't mix pleasure with...anything. Then there's the beautiful bartender Thea Dennis. Skittish as the butterfly gracing the logo of one of her many side gigs. Hiding her past like a wounded dragon guarding its hoard. Can you picture it? Tristan, Thea, and me. The perfect love. Untouchable by all the bad things of the world. Or capable of dragging us through the nine circles of hell.