Foxed

<p><strong><u>Blurb:</u></strong></p><p><br></p><p>FOXED: To be thrown into a state of uncertainty-flustered bamboozled bewildered puzzled vexed.</p><p> </p><p>AKA <em>me</em>. Jed Marshall. 55-year-old successful classic car mechanic; divorced mostly closeted and whose wholly inexperienced bisexuality has suddenly awakened after one smouldering look and said <em>'Damn who's the hottie?</em>' Or words to that effect.</p><p> </p><p>Cue Nash Collingwood. 53-year-old scarily smart high school principal; out gay confident and sexy as hell. He's also my daughter's boss. So not complicated at all right? Nash could ignite a bonfire with a single sultry look comes fully accessorised with a charm offensive Churchill would be proud of an easy-going flattery that thrills my heart far too effortlessly and an impressive track record with men many decades my junior.</p><p> </p><p>In short Nash is everything I'm not and everything I've avoided for roughly my entire life. He's the hot rod to my sensible family car that is if you like your family cars with a few dents creaky suspension unexpected backfires and a dodgy stick.</p><p> </p><p>The last thing I need is a relationship-especially with a man. I buried that pipe dream a long time ago and a little loneliness is a small price to pay. The festive season and long summer vacation are on our doorstep. I'm finally getting things right with my family who mean everything to me and I don't want to mess that up.</p><p> </p><p>But Nash doesn't care about my awkward inexperience or clumsy excuses or any of my insecurities. Nash only sees <em>me. </em>He wants <em>me</em>. For the first time in years I feel alive and sexy and a whole lot more than just a good father and grandfather.</p><p> </p><p>I should walk away but the closer Nash and I become the more he fills my grey world with colour and the promise of a second chance at love I never thought possible.</p>