"Peeling duty already?" a voice whispered. "What'd you do to deserve that?"
This time, when I wheeled around, I didn't see a disembodied hand, but a whole body. A guy, in fact, maybe a year older than me, a half-foot taller and slender, with high cheekbones and dark blond hair worn in short, messy spikes. His almond-shaped brown eyes danced with amusement.
"You must be Chloe."
He reached out. I jumped back. The carrot leapt from my hands and bounced off his arm. A real arm. Attached to a real guy.
He put a finger to his lips, then pointed at the dining room door. Beyond it, Mrs. Talbot was talking to Liz.
"I'm not supposed to be in here," he whispered. "I'm Simon, by the way."
I was suddenly aware that he was standing between me and the exit. His smile was friendly, and he was definitely cute, but cute didn't count with a guy who had you cornered in a group home.