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“Park. That’s how you stop the van from rolling forward.”
“Fox!” I grabbed him by the arms and forced him to focus on me. “Where’s Brock?”
Spinning, he turned and looked at where the van had just plummeted into the water. “Uh…” He scratched the back of his head.
“Oh my God!” I screamed. “I killed Brock?”
“Nah, I’m sure he’s fine.”
“He went over the edge!”
“Right, but he’s the reliable sort.”
I stared at him in disbelief before I exploded. “Reliable at surviving a fall to death?”
“Well, when you put it that way…Just hang on. I’m sure he’s fine,” he said, walking over to the edge. He peered over and laughed. “See? I told you he was fine.”
I rushed over and looked down. Brock was dangling by one arm, struggling to hold on. “Brock! You’re alive!”
“Not for long,” he grunted. “You wanna help me out?”
“Man, I knew you didn’t bite it,” Fox laughed. “Wren was all worried about you, but I told her you were the reliable sort.”
Brock’s nostrils flared in anger as he looked up at us. “That’s swell. Do you wanna give me a hand?”
“Of course!” I shouted, bending over and holding out my hand.
“Really, the sentiment is nice, but I’m not looking to drag you down here with me.”
Frowning, I looked at him. “What do you mean?”
“Your stance is all wrong,” Fox interrupted. “You have no way to balance. See, when you’re pulling someone up, you need to make sure you have the correct weight and balance ratio. The way you’re leaning over right now, you’ll fall over the cliff as soon as he puts his hand in yours.”
“Oh. Well, what do I do?”
“If you don’t have a rope to haul him up with, which you don’t, then the next best option is a good foothold. But you don’t have that either. So, you’re going to want to lay on your belly.”
“How would I be able to pull him up if I’m laying down?”
“Well—”
“Hey!” Brock shouted. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m hanging by a thread here.”
“Actually, you’re hanging by your arm,” Fox retorted, then turned to me. “He’s so funny.”
“Are you going to pull him up?”
“Yeah, are you going to pull me up?”
“Of course, I am. I’m not a heel.”
I watched as Fox got down on his belly and took Brock’s hand. I watched in amazement as Fox’s biceps flexed and strained with the movement. Slowly, he pulled Brock up. I wanted to help in some way, so I leaned over and pressed my hands to the back of Fox’s ankles, holding him in place. He stopped and looked back at me.
“What are you doing?”
“Um…keeping you from falling.”
He smirked at me. “That’s cute. Just stand back.”
