Chapter 4
Geoffrey hadn’t stayed away for long. In fact, he found himself driving down to the wooded area almost hourly, as something that had started out as a mystery, then segued into a slightly romantic, definitely intriguing fantasy, had now evolved into a frustrating obsession. As of Thursday afternoon, however, nothing more unfolded. There had been no response at all from Rocky. The last words written on the stone were the ones Geoffrey had scrawled way back on Sunday, which his blind boulder date must have taken as a kiss off. “That’s what you get for being bitchy,” Geoffrey mumbled. Fed up with it all, he rubbed out every single motivational affirmation and every one of his snarky responses. And though deep down Geoffrey thought it best to consider the exchange completely over, he
