“What?!” exclaimed Robbie Powell, jumping out of his seat and rubbing a calloused hand through his hair.
“Do sit down dear,” Grace whispered, trying to console the fisherman before people started to look.
Robbie sighed and slid back into the booth. “Are you mad,” he muttered. “Mrs. Thomas I am not a homosexual. I like women very, very much.”
Grace sucked in her breath and considered the possibility that Robbie was in denial. She had no idea how to handle this situation and felt completely out of her depth. Luckily, Robbie interrupted her thoughts.
“Mrs. Thomas, Grace, why would you even think such a thing?”
“Well, it's not every day that a young handsome fellow admits to reading romance novels,” she explained, “And besides, nobody has ever seen you out with a lady friend.”
“So you've
