Until Felipe slapped my arm as he passed by. “Come on. Time to get paid.”
My eyebrows lifted. “What? We get paid daily?”
He grinned back at me. “Best part of the whole job.”
So I got in line.
As soon as I reached the front, someone plunked a pile of cash into my hand along with a ticket letting me know how many strawberry flats I’d filled.
I blinked at it and then immediately started counting, curious as to what such honest labor had gotten me. And it wasn’t that bad, actually. I mean, I wasn’t going to be buying my own private island anytime soon, but it was actually a bit more than what Harvey had paid me. Probably because he extracted taxes and did everything legally. But whatever.
When the others started piling back into the truck to return us to town, the driver climbed behind t
