Wednesday, when there was still no more from my stalker, and since I wanted to get in my studio—and honestly, I really liked Sly, he was funny and sweet, even if it was likely he might engage in criminal activities—but I didn’t know if I could create with him there.

But I wasn’t feeling like trying.

And anyway, I hadn’t had hardly any alone time in over a week.

I hadn’t even been in my car in that time.

I didn’t know it about myself until then, but I was learning I was an alone-time type of gal.

In fact, I was jonesing for it.

So, after morning sex on Wednesday, I begged Axl to talk to Hawk and his cop buddies to see if they thought it wise I was released from constant detail.

I had a feeling it was partly because I timed the ask right, partly because he read me, but he didn’t mess around.

In other words, he met Sly and me for lunch at Mustard’s.

There he told us they’d had a sit-down and they had no idea if this hiatus meant whoever was screwing with me was moving on, but…

“Since we got cameras outside your house, if you’re good for us to put a tracker on your car, a tracking app on your phone, you carry a panic button, and Ian sees to things at the club, you’re also good to go it alone. Unless he hits again. Then we reconvene.”

I was very much down with that plan and told Axl so.

However, even though I shared this might happen, Sly looked kind of bummed when he found he was going to be off duty.

So yes.

The guy was sweet.

And I felt a little bad.

But seriously, a girl needed some time to herself.

As what seemed like kind of our last hurrah (as such, though I hoped I’d see him again), Sly had lunch with us before he took off.

Axl drove me home, gave me the panic button, downloaded the app on my phone and set it up, put the tracker on my car, and then said, “You got my key. You can go get your stuff. Or you can leave it. I’ll clear your drawers tonight.”

Which (obviously) led to a makeout session he had to end because he had to get back to work.

I went to his place and got some of my stuff (though I left some of it too).

But I didn’t do that until I cleared a drawer for Axl at my pad.

I found not long after I got home from Axl’s that Brett was not at one with me being unprotected.

I found this when he called and shared it with me.

“Brett, the guy hasn’t been in touch in ages and I have to have some alone time,” I told him.