“Hold on to the rope, Carrot.” That snapped me out of whatever weird spell he’d put me under. “Carrot!” “Your hair is orange.” Was that laughter in his voice? I gasped. “It is not! It’s auburn!” “You sure about that?” He needled. “When I dove into the pool, I thought you were being attacked by an orange octopus.” My chest puffed up. The freaking nerve of this guy! “If I didn’t need you to get me out of here, I’d clobber you!” He leaned forward, and I could almost taste the grin I knew stretched over his face. “Lucky for me, you need me.”
