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assistant,” she said and then looked away. “Technically that’s just a fancy word for secretary , but I’m going to school. Prelaw and—”
    “Carajo,” he mumbled as he looked at her again. This girl was for real. The innocent-schoolgirl act wasn’t an act at all. “No wonder she was threatening to shoot me.”
    “Oh, she doesn’t mean that,” his neighbor said with a laugh. “She’s always saying that, but she wouldn’t actually shoot someone.”
    Chuito snorted, because he had no doubt Jules would shoot first and ask questions later. He hadn’t lived on the streets all his life not to know a threat when he saw one.
    “You should go, chica.” He leaned past his door and saw just how close the other door was. This had once been a house, and they were basically as close as if they were living under one roof. He looked back to his neighbor and said, “And take your cookies with you.”
    She looked affronted as she glanced back to the plate. “But I made them for you.”
    Chuito was honestly at a complete loss for words. This town was fucking crazy. Completely insane . It was like he had landed on another planet. No way would someone like her end up living together so intimately with someone like him in his world. Not if she had any male who cared about her.
    “Do you have a papi ?”
    “A father?”
    He nodded. “Sí.”
    “Yes.” She laughed. “Doesn’t everyone?”
    No, not everyone. Chuito didn’t have a father. “Does he know I’m living next door?”
    “Well, no.” She looked away. “I’m not currently on speaking terms with my father. Our relationship is strained.”
    “Why?”
    “He doesn’t approve of me working here. Or living here.”
    “Yeah, I bet not.” He snorted, thinking of Jules Conner again. She was more than a little rough around the edges. It didn’t bother Chuito. He could handle hard, pushy women, considering one did give birth to him, but there was absolutely nothing hard about this woman in front of him. “Maybe you should listen to him.”
    “Please take them.” She held up the cookies again in offering. “They’re good. I made them from scratch. It’s my grandmother’s recipe.”
    Chuito took the cookies and turned to close the door.
    “Oh, is that the Puerto Rican flag?” She reached up and touched the tattoo on the back of his neck. “What does Boricua mean?”
    Chuito paused and took a deep breath, because feeling her fingers against such a sensitive spot affected him. “What do you think it means?”
    She shook her head, her blue eyes wide and bright against her pale skin. “I have no idea.”
    “It means I’m Puerto Rican.”
    “Right.” She nodded. “That would make sense.”
    “I’m going to close the door now,” he told her and started to close it to illustrate his point. “Gracias for the cookies.”
    She reached out before he could. “If you need anything—”
    “I don’t need anything,” he assured her as he pushed her hand out of the way.
    “But if you do.” She tilted her head, following the narrowing space between them. “I’m right here. I have baking supplies and measuring cups and—”
    Chuito closed the door in her face.
    He stood there afterward, listening.
    She huffed on the other side, sounding hurt. “That didn’t go well,” she whispered, obviously to herself.
    He just waited rather than answer her.
    When he heard the other door open and close, he turned around and searched for a telephone. He needed a landline, and he found a portable in the kitchen.
    Thank God.
    He called his cell phone, getting the number. He texted it to his mother, telling her to make sure Marcos had it. He couldn’t beg her and tell her to make sure he had it right now because he needed something normal in this crazy place.
    He would just have to wait.
    Then he grabbed the coffee tin before he could change his mind and dug the plastic bags out of it. He dumped it all in the toilet, and it was like standing there having a funeral in