But easier said than done. For the first time since returning to town, I had actually met someone who interested me sexually. Oh sure, some of the local men had “serious potential,” and a few had been the unknowing object of my lust for a short time. But since all of them were straight, or appeared to be so, I’d never wanted to jeopardize my decent reputation in Willowby by hitting on the wrong guy and creating a scandal. The residents, if not entirely accepting regarding my sexual orientation, at least showed me respect. They treated me as one of the “Willowby family,” and I wanted to do nothing that would cast a negative light on myself or my family’s good name and give them a reason to run me out of town. I hated living here, sure enough, but if I ever sold the shop and left Willowby for good, I wanted it to be a decision of my own design.