Life moved on for Cory and Mason as it was wont to do, now that they were a couple on all levels. Most people in town accepted their relationship without a problem. Or, if they had problems with it, they kept it to themselves. After all, Mason lived there all his life which earned him the unofficial title of ‘a native son’—“One of dozens,” he’d laughingly told Cory at one point. “Put that together with the fact I run the only bar in town and they had better not give us any grief or else.”
“You’ll eighty-six them? The guys, and ladies, who come in never give us any trouble for being together,” Cory pointed out. “And since the word has spread that I’m not a thieving punk I don’t get suspicious looks from anyone else. Well, except for Ms. Collins and her cronies.”
Mason chuckled. “The sewin
