“Luke!” I yelled. “Put me down!”

He had me over his shoulder and was jogging to the water as if I were lighter than a feather. I was really near his butt and contemplated hitting it.

“The fastest way to get accustomed to the cold is to simply submerge yourself in it at once.”

“Listen, Gandhi,” I growled, trying to wiggle out of his grip. “Manners maketh man.”

He chuckled, tightening his hold on me. “Why are you ...