She came home that first afternoon after her and Ian’s second non-argument and found a note. He’d dropped Lexxie off at her sister’s. Nothing more to the note.She’d expected him back before the opening to change his clothes, but he didn’t come to her apartment. She caught glimpses of him later that night, but not once did he go out of his way to say something. She could—no, she couldn’t have said or done anything to change their end date. Again, she’d expected him to pick up his stuff before leaving town. He hadn’t.But really what did she think would happen? He’d apologize for giving her a fair warning? A warning he gave more than once. They had a great ride. The end. Awkward moment filled with silence and unspoken needs and then he’d leave?She wouldn’t have minded if he just rolled through for a little while to have some of her birthday cake. The one she’d baked after reading the shitty note. No. He’d left, just like he said he would And…okay. The bastard could have said goodbye, awkward or not.
