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no such drama occurred. We just had a sort of peaceful silence. His presence continued to emanate into me and I didn’t feel as stressed. I started to ponder all of this when I heard some vehicles moving on the street. The dispatcher’s voice came through on the phone again,
    “There are two officers on your street now, Ms. Covington. They should be at your door in a few moments. I’ll stay on the phone to confirm that they are at the door.”
    Red lights shone through the windows. Thank God! My body started to lurch itself towards the door when I stopped. I should probably make sure everything was legitimate before opening the door. There still was a strange man out there. Even though my body seemed to tell me otherwise, he could very well be unsafe.
    “Ms. Covington!” a loud voice bellowed from the front door.
    “Yes.” I meekly replied.
    “I’m Officer Santos and I’m here with Officer Banks to investigate your 911 call.”
    “Um…Okay.” What was I supposed to do now?
    “We would like to go ahead and come in and check everything out.”
    The dispatcher came back on the phone again to confirm their identities and then we disconnected.
    I peeked out the side window and just as he said, there were two police officers and Alexander. I walked over to the door with my gun still in hand. That’s when I remembered to disengage the alarm. A question popped out of my thoughts again. Why didn’t the alarm go off? Not that it had helped much in this situation. I felt relief at seeing the police and began to open the door. My eyes immediately went to Alexander.
    Tall, dark and handsome. Oh lord…Is this really what I succumbed to? He was wearing long pants that looked like loungewear and a white tee shirt. And that incredible buzz I had gotten the first time I saw him seemed to kick into full effect again. Great to know it was him that caused my insides to flutter. His eyes seemed to look me over in a protective way. I didn’t need his protection and I stood a little taller to exert my independence. Well, that was the impression I tried to give. I did feel a little overwhelmed as I stared into those deep and dark dravite shaded tourmaline eyes of his. So overwhelmed, in fact, that I started to feel little prickles in my chest and noticed that my emotions were promptly being displayed since I lacked a bra.
    Nice. It did not go without notice either as all the men’s eyes looked up into my face. I felt the color rise in my cheeks and then one of the officers spoke. Or rather shouted, “Drop the weapon!” as he pointed his gun at me. What? Oh, right. There was a gun in my hand.
    The gun slipped from my hands and shattered loudly on the tile floor in the entry way. Alexander jumped to my side and practically caged me with his body. My stomach was doing somersaults and my mind imagined his body even closer. A million questions and thoughts skittered across my conscious and probably across my face as everyone looked at me with alarm.
    “This man says that you know him, Ms. Covington. Is he your neighbor?” I closely examined the officers now as they stood in the light of my entryway. It occurred to me that I should probably invite them to sit down in the living room.
    “Yes, he is my neighbor. Why don’t you come in and sit down in the living room so we can talk.” My voice was still a little shaky but I felt quite a bit safer with the police in my house. I also felt a lot better in Alexander’s arms. If I thought that touch to his finger the other day was similar to being shocked from a light socket, then being grasped and held firmly to his body was enough to leave me in shivers of electrified pleasure. I knew there was more to him than he said, but if he could keep his secrets than I would keep mine. Shock from the broken window continued to cloud my head. Why else would my guard go down with a complete stranger? Maybe he was one of those nosy neighbors. You know, the type that remembers how many different