I laugh at Jake’s joke, trying to picture Daniel with another brainless bimbo. He seems to choose girls who wear underwear as day wear and have a collective IQ of four.

“I needed that,” I giggle and wipe moisture from my eyes, smiling like a fool. “You always cheer me up, you know?”

“It’s my job, Bambina, as your official shoulder to cry on.” He sounds like he’s moving around, and I recognize the sound of jingling keys. My mood is dying because I know he has to ...