I am a single mother of two, a boy in high school and a girl in middle school. Thank you for having faith in me.”I asked, “What happened to your m...rriage?”She replied, “Same old story, I married the wrong guy and when he became too abusive, I packed our bags and left the divorce papers on the kitchen table. The divorce was finalized three and a half years ago. We moved local and I took this job, only to be working for the same type of guy I divorced. I couldn’t quit because the job market was. Somewhat nervously, Paloma did so, opening and closing the door behind her.The air conditioning was like a divine wind - a rare luxury in Mexico, and a gift from the gods on a day when the weather was peaking into the triple digits. She was wearing a navy-blue crop top that matched her denim jeans, although her legs were sweltering, and her feat roasting in her gym socks and running shoes. Her long, black hair, which she normally kept in good shape even in the slums of Mexico, was tangled and. "I'll be okay."His dark eyes flashed. "I promised Doctor H that I'd be right here for you and I'm not just going to skate off when you need me. You might as well accept that I'm going to be underfoot, at least for today."Part of me thought that was sweet; the other part was pissed that he thought I needed to be coddled. His laughing at my mixed expression didn't help. "Do you need to get a change of clothes?" I asked, deciding to ignore the provocation. "We can go by your place and let you. But instead of being furious as he expected, Jasmine giggled. “You’ve been too long without a woman if you even think things like that.”“I guess my mouth and the people I associated with were two of the biggest reasons that women didn’t tend to stay around me that long. But something happened to me in the General’s cell when it finally dawned on me what following other people and blindly carrying out Mr. Mazarella’s orders had gotten me. Jasmine,” he very earnestly said, “I know it’s far too.