“Maria, I won’t say it again,” David was saying, his voice hard-edged. “We’re done.” I watched as she blinked up at his towering frame. “But, David,” she replied in her buttery Latin accent, “I’ve been here years, waiting. I don’t deserve this. I deserve a real chance.” He shifted on his feet. Jealousy reared in me as I watched her eyes drop to scan his naked torso until they rested on his boxer briefs. “Waiting? For what?” he asked softly. “Things were casual; you knew that.” “Not casual, David. I’m not clingy like the other girls, but I’m here when you need me, when you don’t want them anymore. But now you dump me like nothing? I’ve put in the time, mi amor. I deserve more.” “More?” “Let me make you happy. I want a ring.” “A ring?” he barked. He looked over his shoulder suddenly, so I retreated behind the wall until he spoke again.
