Montana hadn’t shown up in more than a week. Autumn was starting to really worry about him. She missed him, certainly. He was her best customer. But it was more than the money. She missed his company. She missed his face. She missed his flirting.
And she was worried something had happened to him. One day not going to a bar might be because he was avoiding alcohol for a callback. Two days might be that he was celebrating somewhere else. She could explain three days if his first rehearsal had gone late. Seven days was hard to explain.
Unless he’d done something to himself. Something bad, something she could never have stopped him from doing. He had been depressed, but he hadn’t seemed that depressed. He didn’t seem the type. Then again, they never do.