Sent some shit to your house. Last time with the phone, sent Kathleen. Shes got it goin on but shes got so much goin on, sometimes she doesnt pay attention to outside shit. She said the call system was reactivated and she just kept hitting directory buttons until someone picked up and would accept delivery. Since she was busy, she didnt pay a lot of attention to who accepted it. The boy I sent with the shit today did the same but hes a guy and for certain things, guys get unbusy. He got Dick so he got unbusy seein as he did not like Dick. He also did not like how excited Dick got about accepting a delivery for you. Luckily, some guy called Charlie came up while my boy was gettin acquainted with Dick, said he was the maintenance guy, had a passkey and would put the shit in your place. He told Dick to take a hike and after Dick took off, Charlie told my boy that if he had more stuff for you that he should not, under any circumstances, hand it off to Dick. Then he gave him his contact details as well as a list of people in your building who he would trust to take deliveries. My boy reported this to me so Id like to know about Dick.

God I loved Charlie.

And I also wondered what shit Knight was delivering.

I wondered too long, clearly, and I knew this when Knights voice came at me impatiently, Anya. Clue me in on Dick.

Dick is that burden every single girl living on her own in a slightly seedy apartment complex endures. Hes the creepy, out of work neighbor who lives across the way.

He make you uncomfortable?

Uh yeah. Hes Dick.

Then its time Dick moved.

My body went completely still but somehow I managed to get my mouth to force out, What?

Its time Dick moved.

His smooth deep voice was not firm.

It was steel.

Knight I whispered.

Knight cut me off, Ill send a boy today to share with Dick his new relocation plans. Ill also call you later. Whens your last client leave?

I blinked repeatedly at the tall, square counter where I did my filing and didnt speak.

Anya, babe, someone needs me. Whens your last client leave?

Nine, she doesnt feel chatty, I said breathily. Nine thirty more regularly after she shares a glass of wine with me.

Ill call you after nine thirty. Later, baby.

Then he was gone.

I dropped my hand with the phone to the counter I was still staring at.

Dick had relocation plans because Knight didnt like me living across the hall from someone creepy.

Holy crap, I whispered.

What? Beth, one of the front desk ladies asked, walking in.

I looked to her and whispered, Nothing.

She stared at me then moved to me and peered closer. Jeez, Anya. Is everything okay?

And to that, in the throes of understandable temporary insanity, I blurted, I have a new boyfriend. Hes awesome. Protective. And scary. And he regularly freaks me out by being all of those at once.

Her face spread in a huge grin. You have a new boyfriend?

A new boyfriend whos awesome, protective and scary. A lot of the time mostly the last.

Cool, she said like she didnt hear me, or, I should say, she selectively heard me.

Beth, I said hes scary, I reminded her.

Girlfriend, she said, flipping her hand in the air, count your blessings. Any dude hooked to you has got to have more than his fair share of scary. He doesnt, new scary, awesome, protective guy will steal you right out from under his nose. So, my advice, ride the awesome and protective and ignore the scary. Her eyes narrowed. Unless does he do scary shit to you?

I decided to quit sharing and start lying. No.

Her smile came back. Right on. Tell him he needs to come and take you to lunch. Give me a heads up. That way, I can amass all the girls up front to give him a once-over and when you get back, well deliver our verdict.

Unfortunately, my mouth decided to start sharing again so it said, Hes sheer, raw, aggressive masculine beauty from head-to-toe.

She blinked. Then she smiled big again.

Then she announced, I am not surprised. And now, knowing that, his behind better be here soon so you better get on that since Im walking out, passing this juicy morsel around therefore peer pressure is about to go extreme.

Me and my big mouth.

Beth dumped some papers in my in tray with a farewell of, Later, gorgeous.

Then she hurried out to share the juicy morsel I volunteered very, very stupidly.

I stared at the papers thinking that filing was getting old. It was boring. It was mindless. And it was never ending.

Then I thought about how nice it would be to live without the constant possible disquiet of running into Dick somewhere in the building and then having to find a way politely to get the heck out of his presence.

Then I wondered how Knights boy would convince Dick to go.

Then I decided not to think about it.

After I did that, I wondered about myself that I wouldnt think about it when I knew I should. And not only that, I should wonder about a man who could and would do the stuff Knight clearly had no problem doing.

Then someone else came in and dumped a bunch of stuff in my in tray so I quit thinking about all of that since I had to get to work.

After work, I successfully made it to my apartment without a run-in with Dick. This didnt happen often. Not even regularly since Dick was dedicated to whatever creepy shit he did in his apartment and less dedicated to creeping out his neighbors by lurking in the halls or creeping out the general population of Denver by joining their numbers. But still, I counted myself lucky and again buried the urge to turn over in my head the fact that my new boyfriend was going to remove him from my life. How he was going to do that. How that was morally probably not okay. And the fact my new boyfriend was clearly my new boyfriend and he hadnt even kissed me.

All these thoughts flew from my head after I locked all three (two new) locks on my door and wandered into my apartment looking for the shit Charlie put in there that Knights boy delivered.

Then I froze as I got abreast to my couch and saw the plethora of glossy bags on it.

Incidentally, my couch was awesome. It was flower print, girlie but it was a cool print and since it was the only thing in the room that was flowery, it worked (even though the rest was pretty girlie). As usual, I bought it on sale and since it had a small rip in one of the cushions, the price was seriously reduced. But I just flipped it over and, voila! Perfect couch.