“I’m not a dog, Cortez.” I stand my ground as he tries to leer over me. “Could have fooled me. Following me around like a lost puppy.” His nostrils flare, and my heart races. I don’t like to be made to feel small. Especially in my own home. “Now be a good boy and do your business outside. Vete.” I narrow my eyes so he knows I mean it exactly as it sounds.
