Chapter 1
I almost talked myself out of going.
His address sat glowing on my phone screen like a warning, or a dare. The house itself didn’t help, one of those tall, glass-fronted places in the rich part of town. It was the kind of place where celebrities and people in politics lived.
For a second, I stood there on the front step with my backpack slung over one shoulder and thought, What am I doing tutoring someone who could buy my entire neighbourhood with his gym-bag change?
But the door swung open before I could escape.
“Melissa?” Jordan leaned against the doorway like he’d been posing there all morning. He wore a Grey T-shirt. Sweatpants, and he was barefoot. He looked Casual in the way only someone who’d never worried about money a day in his life could be.
“Yes. Hi.” I tightene
