It was well past midnight before they got home. Jordan led them in through the back door, just in case his mum was not in her room. Chloe was relieved the moment she slipped into her room. She was about to lock the door when it swung open again.
Jordan stepped in without hesitation, shut it, and twisted the lock. He dug his hands into his pockets and pulled out some dollar bills, stretching them toward her.
“How much did I promise you?”
“Fifty bucks per hour?” she replied carefully.
“And how much is that?”
She counted quickly, then raised her eyes to him.
“Okay. Good job,” he said with a satisfied smirk. “I pay better, don’t I? You know these are just tips. You will still get your full pay at the end of the month.”
Chloe’s chest warmed with unexpected gratitude. “Thank you.” She man
