I tipped my head backward and looked up and met the amused blue gaze of Mr. Hayes. He folded his arms on the railing and his handsome features twisted in laughter, auburn hair gleaming like polished amber in the sunlight. “Did you swim all the way here, Olivera?” “Hilarious.” “It’s a pretty day for it, isn’t it?” “Mr. Hayes,” I said, spitting water, “I would greatly appreciate your assistance.” He examined his fingernails. “I don’t know. What’s in it for me?” “I thought you had scruples.” Without skipping a beat, he said dryly, “I only know how to spell the word.”
Lol
