There’s a first time for everything.
If my baby sister wants to have a wedding in the middle of nowhere, who am I to tell her ‘No’? Even if small town mindsets make me itch. At least the guy running the only bed and breakfast in town, Randall, with his curious nature and kind smile, seems nice enough.
Being the only gay man in a small town isn’t easy. Adding to that the past-due rent bills and the stress of managing an empty bed and breakfast. It was a blessing to hear that there would be a large wedding party staying over. I hadn’t expected anything of it except being able to actually pay the bills, until I met Mister Tall, Dark, and Handsome. And, unfortunately, straight. Or so I thought.