He yanks, and my foot comes out of the guck with a wet slurp—splattering mud all over his face. I cackle with laughter. I can’t help it. I shouldn’t mock while he’s helping me, but it’s too late. “Sorry,” I snort. Still laughing. He tightens his grip on my ankle, reminding me he still has a hold on me. I’m at his mercy. Perched over a very big, very muddy puddle. “Still amused?” he says, a wicked teasing grin on his face. I shake my head quickly. “Nope! Not funny at all.” “Really?” Zach grins up at me. “Because it sounded like there was something hilarious going on.”
