I thought we were building a friendship. Turns out I’m falling in love.
I’ve always wanted simple things. Become the local sheriff like my dad. Get married and have kids. Build a life in Forestville.
I’ve done all that…but it hasn’t turned out as expected.
At forty-eight, I’m single and co-parenting my two daughters with my ex-wife. My chances of meeting someone new in my small town are slim. Have I missed my chance at happiness?
When a new high school teacher moves into town, I recognize a kindred spirit. Keaton’s my age and a single dad too, and we hit it off, becoming friends.
The more time we spend together, the closer we grow. I love hanging out with him, and he seems to feel the same way.
When I realize our friendship has become something more, it’s the biggest shock of my life. I’ve never been attracted to men, but I can’t deny my feelings for Keaton.
But he and his sons struggle to feel at home in Forestville, and I can’t ever see myself leaving, so what does that mean for us? Is there even an “us,” or am I delusional in thinking we have a future together?