"I glare at Paco. "What?" "You know How could you have brought Brittany to the warehouse?" "I'm sorry," Paco says as he chows down on our food. "No, you're not." "Okay, you're right. I'm not." I watch in disgust as he uses his fingers to scoop food up and shove it into his mouth. "I don't know why I put up with you," I say. "So what happened with you and Brittany last night?" Paco asks while following me outside. My breakfast is threatening to come up, and it's not due to Paco's eating habits. I grab his collar. "It's over between Brittany and me. I don't even want to hear her name again." "Speak of the devil," he says, craning his neck. I release Paco and turn around, expecting to see Brittany. But she isn't there and the next thing I know Paco's fist is in my face. "Now we're even. And boy, have you got it bad for Miss Ellis if you're threatenin' me if I use her name. I know you could kill me with your two hands," Paco says, "but I got to admit...I don't think you'd do it." As I test my jaw, I taste blood. "I wouldn't be too sure of that. Tell you what. I won't kick your ass if you stop interferin' in my life. That means with Hector Miss Ellis." "I got to tell ya, interferin' in your life is what keeps me goin'."