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obscure his eyes. But I'm not dense. I know exactly who I'm staring at. And I'm staring. Even as he tries to open the door for me, I'm staring. But he hasn't really looked at me yet, so maybe he doesn't recognize me from The Tap.
I continue to stare as we both check our mail and grab the same elevator. Okay, so he clearly lives here or something, otherwise, he wouldn't have a mailbox key.
I get off the elevator first and he stays on, going to a higher floor.
Lucy's reading on the couch when I come in. "You finish your project?"
"Yes," I say, my voice coming out high and reedy.
"Leftovers in the fridge," she says, tilting her head half an inch toward the kitchen.
"Sure."
"Finally meet our ghost, Sare-bear?"
"What?" I pull my head out of the fridge in confusion.
She purses her lips and half-smiles. "Your one-word answers and weird tone of voice have me wondering if you saw a ghost and you just don't want to tell me."
I start to speak, my eyebrows pushed so far together my face hurts. But Lucy cuts me off.
"Don't worry. This place is too swanky to leave just because Mr. Europe showed up in the shower or something. Ghost or no ghost, we're not moving."
"What about celebrities?" I ask, pulling the frozen margarita mix out of the freezer and grabbing a spoon. I start eating that shit like it's ice cream.
"There's a celebrity living in our apartment? Is it Brad Pitt? 'Cause I am totally okay with that. Has he been living in your closet? You little ho. We share, remember?" She grins all sly-like while she chastises me.
"Not in our apartment, fangirl. And didn't you move on to Channing Tatum?"
"Back to Brad. I hear there's trouble with Angelina." She pauses and then says, "So, there isn't a hottie celebrity living in your closet... Is he or she masquerading as our security guard? Teddy is pretty hot."
"No. But Cy Epson lives here. On one of the floors above us."
"How do you know that?" she says suspiciously.
"He opened the lobby door for me, got his mail, and got into the elevator with me. I got out first."
"And you didn't think to look at which button he pushed when he got in the elevator? The damn things stay lit, Sarah!"
"I was a little thrown, Lucy!" I shout back. Honestly? That's what she focuses on? Cy Epson lives in our building, meaning Zach could come calling on his friend any time, and she wants to know what floor he lives on? Jesus!
"Well informed is well armed, baby."
I think about that and let it percolate before nodding in agreement.
"But I know how you can find out," she says, her lips twisting.
Lucy brings the doctored package home from work the next day. As planned, I get a text update every few seconds.
Getting the mail. Teddy's watching.
I could guess what would happen then. Lucy flirts with Teddy. Tells him this package was in her mailbox with an unreadable address, but it's clearly not hers. It just says "Epson, C." on it. She waits while he calls "Mr. Epson" to confirm he's home for a delivery.
He's home, she writes. So far, so good.
Then she shares an elevator with him, watching closely to see which floor he chooses in order to drop the package off.
10, she writes . I hit the tenth floor on the elevator I'm standing in. I've been holding it since she came into the lobby.
I get off the elevator before Teddy makes it to the tenth floor. His elevator had to stop at the sixth floor first to drop off Lucy.
I duck down the hallway and hide in the stairwell alcove until Teddy gets out of his elevator. There are fewer doors on this level; the apartments are larger. It makes my job easier. I glance at the door where Teddy knocks and then hide in the stairwell again.
I hear the elevator ding. Teddy's gone. I make my way to Cy's door and knock.
The door swings open.
"Forget something, Teddy?"
But it's not Cy. It's Zach.
And from the looks of it, a freshly showered Zach in nothing more than
I continue to stare as we both check our mail and grab the same elevator. Okay, so he clearly lives here or something, otherwise, he wouldn't have a mailbox key.
I get off the elevator first and he stays on, going to a higher floor.
Lucy's reading on the couch when I come in. "You finish your project?"
"Yes," I say, my voice coming out high and reedy.
"Leftovers in the fridge," she says, tilting her head half an inch toward the kitchen.
"Sure."
"Finally meet our ghost, Sare-bear?"
"What?" I pull my head out of the fridge in confusion.
She purses her lips and half-smiles. "Your one-word answers and weird tone of voice have me wondering if you saw a ghost and you just don't want to tell me."
I start to speak, my eyebrows pushed so far together my face hurts. But Lucy cuts me off.
"Don't worry. This place is too swanky to leave just because Mr. Europe showed up in the shower or something. Ghost or no ghost, we're not moving."
"What about celebrities?" I ask, pulling the frozen margarita mix out of the freezer and grabbing a spoon. I start eating that shit like it's ice cream.
"There's a celebrity living in our apartment? Is it Brad Pitt? 'Cause I am totally okay with that. Has he been living in your closet? You little ho. We share, remember?" She grins all sly-like while she chastises me.
"Not in our apartment, fangirl. And didn't you move on to Channing Tatum?"
"Back to Brad. I hear there's trouble with Angelina." She pauses and then says, "So, there isn't a hottie celebrity living in your closet... Is he or she masquerading as our security guard? Teddy is pretty hot."
"No. But Cy Epson lives here. On one of the floors above us."
"How do you know that?" she says suspiciously.
"He opened the lobby door for me, got his mail, and got into the elevator with me. I got out first."
"And you didn't think to look at which button he pushed when he got in the elevator? The damn things stay lit, Sarah!"
"I was a little thrown, Lucy!" I shout back. Honestly? That's what she focuses on? Cy Epson lives in our building, meaning Zach could come calling on his friend any time, and she wants to know what floor he lives on? Jesus!
"Well informed is well armed, baby."
I think about that and let it percolate before nodding in agreement.
"But I know how you can find out," she says, her lips twisting.
Lucy brings the doctored package home from work the next day. As planned, I get a text update every few seconds.
Getting the mail. Teddy's watching.
I could guess what would happen then. Lucy flirts with Teddy. Tells him this package was in her mailbox with an unreadable address, but it's clearly not hers. It just says "Epson, C." on it. She waits while he calls "Mr. Epson" to confirm he's home for a delivery.
He's home, she writes. So far, so good.
Then she shares an elevator with him, watching closely to see which floor he chooses in order to drop the package off.
10, she writes . I hit the tenth floor on the elevator I'm standing in. I've been holding it since she came into the lobby.
I get off the elevator before Teddy makes it to the tenth floor. His elevator had to stop at the sixth floor first to drop off Lucy.
I duck down the hallway and hide in the stairwell alcove until Teddy gets out of his elevator. There are fewer doors on this level; the apartments are larger. It makes my job easier. I glance at the door where Teddy knocks and then hide in the stairwell again.
I hear the elevator ding. Teddy's gone. I make my way to Cy's door and knock.
The door swings open.
"Forget something, Teddy?"
But it's not Cy. It's Zach.
And from the looks of it, a freshly showered Zach in nothing more than
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