Given what he was bringing with him, the move took barely two hours. It might have been less, except Ryan had to find the building manager to let her know he was moving out and hand over the keys to the apartment. She was less than thrilled until he told her she was free to get rid of his furniture anyway she pleased. He had the distinct feeling it would end up in a near-new shop before the week was over—with her getting a percentage of whatever the pieces sold for. He did have one request of her. “Could you collect any mail I get? I know it’s an imposition, but I don’t want to put in a change of address and have a ton of junk mail cluttering up my friend’s mailbox, and that’s most of what I get.”
“Don’t we all,” she replied, chuckling. “Junk and bills. Sure, I’ll do it. When the trash ba
