After the end of a bad relationship and the death of his dog, Geoffrey is left with a choice: live the rest of his life alone or start over. But starting over is easier said than done, and alone in the woods one night, Geoffrey writes those very words on a rock.<br><br>To his surprise, when he returns later, he discovers someone has replied. The lengthy written conversation that ensues over days leaves Geoffrey less lonely, and also quite hopeful and intrigued about the future and the identity of his mysterious new friend.

Written in Stone

“Oops. Another get-stuck-in-your-head kinda song.” Tag smiled. It was endearing and contagious. “I shoulda dressed before you got here,” he said. “I’m not a stalker. And I’m sorry if I was intrusive, you know, writing on your rock. I haven’t known about this place very long. Well, that’s not true. I reckon it’s coming up on a year now. Reckon. Who says that? The kids tease me, ‘cause I talk weird. Sometimes old, sometimes like them, sometimes like whatever character I’ve been watching a lot of. We’re doing Oklahoma, so lately it’s a cross between Ado Annie, my gramma, and a high school sophomore.” It was a ton of information, the last of it proclaimed mostly into the fabric of Tag’s shirt as he pulled it over his head. “Frick. Forgot my shoes.” He’d also put his shirt on backwards, leaving Cape Cod scrawled across his shoulders instead of his chest. He was adorably befuddled, totally, sexily unruly. And the way he rambled…


Chapter 15