"I'm talking to Maya," he said, his voice so low it was almost a growl. "Um, no, you're stalking her." His whole body went rigid at that. His gaze flitted my way. "We were just talking," I said. I didn't mean to defend him, but there was something about the way Sam lobbed her insults that got my back up. "Well, I need to talk to you now, so..." She flicked her fingers at Rafe. "Shoo. I saw a bunch of eighth graders outside. They're probably more your speed."