I wasn't kidding myself, though. I had no intention of making a living out of this after all, and I told myself that whatever amount he paid me, I'd be flattered. I'd return it to him of course, but I'd be flattered nonetheless. I was still worried that I'd have to rush around before Jessica got here but as usual, Cade had been right. Jonathon had tucked a plain white envelope into the cushions of the couch he'd been sitting on. I picked it up and counted the money inside. A hundred and twenty dollars. Twice what Cade had guessed Grandma had ever gotten from him, and possibly too much tax-free money for me to simply ignore. I'd been a starving artist for most of my life, and before I'd done my best to sell out the way I'd been doing I was a foster kid with no money. If I ever had an allowance it was never more than a couple of dollars. Hell, it had only been the last few days I could sell the crap commissioned art I'd been hawking for more than a thousand bucks, and that was after weeks of back breaking work.
