Heath & Stef plus 2

A few years ago at work our team started a "library" cubicle. Somehow 2 paperback novels (Reunion in Death by Nora Roberts and Scorpio Illusion by Robert Ludlum) made it in there with the XML, C# and other technical books. (By the way, who has time to read spy/romance novels at work?!) When our team moved aisles about 9 months ago, by boss graciously placed those salacious books on my desk. Being the type that never cleans up my surroundings, I left them there even though they gave visitors the impression that I needed more work to do. A few weeks ago during my last week at Cerner, as I was packing up my things, I decided to return them to my boss - in case he needed reading material. I placed them on his desk. Next thing I knew, they were right back on my desk where they were before. At my next opportunity I placed them back on his desk behind some other stuff. I practically blinked my eyes and they were back on my desk. How did he do that?! We happened to be moving cubicles in the next few days so I placed them UNDER his desk (where no one ever looks). He packed up his things and moved to his new cube. I didn't see or hear about the books for a while. Ah... freedom. Amazingly, a project manager that moved into his old desk couldn't get her power to work. He walked by as she was talking about it and offered his assistance. The next thing I knew, he was on his stomach in his old cube, then heading towards me with an enraged look on his face and the cursed books in his hands. Seriously?! Well, I didn't want to leave Cerner with his prized afternoon slacking materials so what was I to do? On my last day in the office, I put the books in his internal mailbox (which, by the way people generally check about once a month). Soon, he ran over (red faced) and handed me the books. He noted that he almost never checks his mail but had an inkling. (If this guy ever has teenagers, they are so screwed!) As my last day winded down, he ran around eyeing me like a hawk and checking to see if the books were off my desk. I hid them in my drawer for a while just to drive him nuts. Somehow I was able to sneak them into one of his desk drawers under some junk. The books were quickly on my desk again. My last ditch effort to not leave town with his favorite books was to interoffice mail them back to him from the south campus when I returned my monitor to Properties. It's been four weeks and I’m guessing he just found them because this is the message I just received:

I am so angry at you right now!!!!!!!!!!

can I get your address please?

So, if any of you have any extra spy or romance paperback novels you'd like to donate, I'd be happy to forward them to my boss in Kansas City. I think he needs more reading material.