Patch smiled. “You come by your red hair naturally?”
I stared at him. “
I don’t have red hair.”
I hate to break it to you, but it’s red. I could light it on fire and it wouldn’t turn any redder.”
“It’s brown.” So maybe I had the teeniest, tiniest, most infinitesimal amount of auburn in my hair. I was still a brunette. “It’s the lighting,” I said.
“Yeah, maybe it’s the lightbulbs.” His smile brought up both sides of his mouth, and a dimple surfaced.