DIRTY ANGELS
“Go out on the floor. I’ll ring Cam. He’s a good guy. He’ll show you the ropes.”
She nodded once, crisp. They turned to leave.
“One more thing,” Ethan said, voice dropping low.
He stood this time, slow, deliberate, asserting the space.
“Don’t ever say I cheated on your sister when you have no fucking understanding of the love I held for her. Or the relationship we had.”
Marisol stopped. Turned. For a second, something flickered across her face, grief, maybe, or recognition.