Immediately, Meghan's face darkened. A shutter going behind her eyes, she dropped her gaze, defensive. "Yes." This had been a bad idea. People were going to start looking a little too closely at the eighteen year old trying desperately to maintain appearances and they could take Oliver away. Worse, they could force him back home with their mother. "Uh, I think I should go." Pulling out the cash, she quickly dropped it on the counter. "Thank you for the help."