If only it had been that easy. I was pretty much hardwired to be attracted to men…even if they were forbidden fruit.
All right, not completely forbidden. I could have s*x, I could do the same thing that all those great-great-etc. grandmothers of mine had done and had a child without benefit of a husband or any kind of man in my life. But I didn’t want that. Although I hadn’t been able to say such a thing to my mother — or my grandmother, who’d had a fling with a handsome lawyer back in the day to conceive my mom — I told myself that the Carson line would die with me. Kids were fun, in an abstract way, but my life was busy enough that I didn’t even want to contemplate raising one, especially not on my own.
At least, that was the excuse I gave myself.
Mr. Mittens meowed at the back door,
