“Fine!” Geoffrey raised both palms toward the sky. “I isolate,” he said to cloud shaped a bit like a dog’s ear. “But I was never lonely with you around.” He kissed his fingertip and put it to the stone. “Even when you weren’t here, I felt as if you were. “As out of it as Geoffrey had been by the end of the night of Ryan’s final kiss in the meadow, part of him remembered the tickle of Max’s dreads on his face. A hallucination due to trauma and shock, Geoffrey told himself for the hundredth time. “It had to be, huh, big guy? You were with Kent.”
Kent had recently told Geoffrey it was time he find someone new to heal the scars in his heart. Geoffrey wasn’t sure if he’d meant someone human or canine. It was too soon for a dog. As for a man, “Unless he comes to the house or this field, Maximillian, I think the odds of meeting a kind, handsome stranger are pretty slim.”2
Is it because of how much you were hurt the last time you loved?