She was crystal clear about that.

Smoke from his cigarette blurred the space between them. Then, out of the blue, Leonel looked her way...

And boy, was she a sight. She was drenched and her dress was stuck to her body. She couldn't hide a thing from a guy like him.

Her knees wobbled under his stare.

With a croaky voice, she said, "Hey Mr. Douglas, I need a favor. I figure your wife's onto me, and it's been rough lately. Work's on hold, and my folks aren't exactly rolling in dough. They've supported me through college and all. So I'm begging you... Could you have a word with Mrs. Douglas? Maybe cut me some slack?"