The next morning Vic and I got up slowly and had breakfast, and then he went upstairs, where he still had a room, coming down with his luggage and what I thought of as bad news.
“I’ve got to go back to the city for a while.” He cleared his throat and looked away. “I have to close up my condo and put it on the market. Get my stuff together and move here. Be ready to start my new job.”
He peeked up at me, almost shyly. “Miss me?”
I sighed and nodded. Was he kidding, or was he really so clueless?
“When will you be back?”
He laughed.
“Next week sometime.” He ran his finger down my cheek. “You’ve got a little housekeeping to do, right?”
“I do?”
“You need to close your Grindr account? And any other hookup apps you’ve got out there?”
So much for needing to ask if he was going to miss me.
