I watch the remaining color drain from his face at my murmured threat, but I also see the spark of stubbornness in his eyes.
I don’t know what his problem with me is, but I have a feeling this one is going to make my life very difficult.
However, I pull him up, and the wiry-looking man tosses a towel his way, barking, “Dry yourself off and stay away from the railing now!”
The boy shoots me a hateful look as he scurries away toward his friends.
“That was a nice thing you did there,” an amused voice spoke up. “Minus the death threat.”
My head whips to the side, and I see a guy standing by the railings. He has reddish, auburn hair and intelligent, blue eyes. He watches me, those eyes dancing with amusement.
“You know he was trying to push you in, right?” He grins.
I shrug. “Failed, d
