The conversation he'd had with Kyle earlier kept playing on his mind, not letting him rest, not letting him think of anything else. He was torn, wanting one thing, knowing another, and not having the slightest idea what the fuck to do about it. He wanted to bring Kyle home with him, wanted to see if there was any chance of a future together, but he just didn't know if he was ready to make a stand against the small-minded people in the town where he lived. No one there knew he was gay and having an open relationship with another man was not something that would be accepted, and Jared needed to be accepted. His business, his life was there. And what about Kyle? Would he be prepared to live in a town where he could be ridiculed, abused, run out? Jared grimaced. The possibilities were real; he had firsthand knowledge of what one bigoted man could do to another just because of his sexual orientation. But that was one man, not a whole town. Was he just making this too big of a deal?
