Neither seemed particularly thrilled to have him in our backyard. I wondered what they’d heard about him. No, strike that. I didn’t need to wonder. If anything negative was being said about “the new boy,” they’d heard it. My parents weren’t as involved in the town as others, but that only meant they heard gossip the next day rather than within the hour.

“So …” Mom said, chopping a pepper from the garden. “I didn’t know you were friends with Rafael.”

I shrugged as I added ice to an empty glass. “It’s recent.”

She pushed the peppers into a bowl. “That tree house is a big undertaking. More than I’d expect from a new friend.”

“Are you seeing him?” Dad cut in. “Dating?”

“I don’t know.”

“How can you not know? Either you are or—”

“Rick,” Mom said.

I filled a glass with water and took a couple cans of pop. Grabbed granola bars, too. Then I said, “It seems to be heading that way. Is it a problem?”

Dad looked like he wanted to say “Hell, yes,” but only pressed his lips together and looked at Mom. She took a cucumber from the pile of vegetables, and I knew I’d hurt her feelings. Normally, I’d come home and say, “Hey, Mom, I met this guy,” and tell her all about him. But this was different. I wasn’t ready to talk about Rafe until I had it worked out myself.

“If you have a concern …” I didn’t finish, because I wasn’t sure how to. Was I saying I wouldn’t go out with a guy if they were worried? Normally, yes. With Rafe, no. It wouldn’t matter what they thought or said. I had to make my own choices here, pay the price if I made the wrong ones.

“Just be careful,” Mom said.

“I always am.” I kissed her cheek and gave Dad a hug, and I’m not sure if that helped or not.

Rafe and I talked for over an hour as he worked. Once we started, the conversation just kept going, from one topic to another. I sat on the grass, dividing my attention between Fitz and Kenjii.

It was after five when he looked up at the blazing sun, wiped his forehead and said, “I was just thinking about this afternoon, when I mentioned that swim to Hayley. I could really go for one now, if you’re game.”

When I didn’t answer, he glanced over, squinting as he tried to see my expression.

“I don’t really swim.”

“Me neither. Just paddle around, cool off. We could—” The sun went behind the clouds and he got a good look at my face. “That’s not what you mean, is it?”

“I just don’t swim much lately, and the only lake in easy walking distance is the one—”

“Where your friend drowned last year.” He put down the hammer and shook his head. “I’m sorry. That was really inconsiderate.”

“No, it wasn’t.” I got to my feet. “We could, but I’d just rather not. If you want to do something, there’s a place I can show you. For climbing. Not exactly the break you had in mind, but there’s an overlook at the top. It’s a great view.”

“Sure.”

I had to tell my parents. I stepped just inside the screen door and said we were going for a walk, which got a long moment of silence.

“Just to the overlook,” I said. “We’ll take Kenjii.”

“And your cell phone,” Rafe said, coming up to the door. “Don’t forget your cell, because if I fall, I’m screwed. I don’t have one.”

Smooth. He obviously knew my parents weren’t impressed with him. If he took any offense at that, he didn’t show it, just added, “I’ll have her back by dinner.”

“Would you like to join us, Rafael?” my mom asked. “Or do you go by Rafe?”

“Usually.” A disarming grin. “Unless I’m in trouble.”

I opened the door and motioned him in as he continued, “About dinner, I appreciate that, but my sister will be expecting me.”

“Another night then,” Mom said. “Maybe on the weekend we can have a barbecue, and invite your sister.”

“Or,” I said, turning to Rafe, “if you want to skip the whole awkward meet-the-family social event, you could just submit your life story, including your views on politics, religion, and every social issue imaginable, along with anything else you think they might need to conduct a thorough background check.”

Mom sighed. “I really don’t know why we even bother trying to be subtle around you.”

“Neither do I. It’s not like he isn’t going to realize he’s being vetted as daughter-dating material.”

Rafe grinned. “So we are dating?”

“No. You have to pass the parental exam first. It’ll take you awhile to compile the data. They’d like it in triplicate.” I turned to my parents. “We have Kenjii. We have my cell phone. Since we aren’t yet officially dating, I’m sure you’ll agree that’s all the protection we need.”

Dad choked on his coffee.

Mom waved us to the door. “Go. Have fun. Dinner will be at six thirty.”

TWENTY-TWO

THE CLIFF WAS ONLY a ten-minute walk from the house. There was no easy way up, so Kenjii had to stay at the bottom. She was used to that and just staked out her customary spot. I left my jacket with her. Rafe did, too.

This was tougher than the wall—natural cliffs don’t come with conveniently spaced holds and holes. I’d done it hundreds of times, though, so I knew the easiest path and showed Rafe.

It didn’t matter that this wasn’t a race. When we started climbing, it was like the first time—a heart-pounding, palms-sweating, adrenaline-pumping dizzy runner’s high.

I didn’t deliberately check my speed, but when we neared the top, Rafe was still beside me. I slowed and he was right there, his face inches from mine. He grinned, that blazing grin now, hair plastered to his face, eyes glittering.

I leaned over and kissed him. He hesitated for about a nanosecond, like he really hadn’t expected that, and I laughed. Then he kissed me back, a light kiss, almost teasing, making me shiver.

“Probably not the safest place to make out,” I murmured, pulling back to glance at the ground, fifty feet below.

“I don’t care if you don’t,” he said.

We kissed until he tried to shift closer and nearly lost his foothold. I pulled away and scrambled up the last few feet. When he reached the top, I was standing there. He grinned and stepped toward me. I stepped back. His grin widened. I glanced over my shoulder. The cliff topped out on a hill, with forest stretching behind us, the mountains a distant backdrop.

“Uh-uh,” Rafe said. “If you run, I’ll chase. You know how much I like that part.”

“All the more reason to do it.”

His breath hitched and the look in his eyes made me want to run. I didn’t care how silly or childish it was, I wanted to run so badly I could imagine it, the smell of the forest, the wind rushing past, the pounding of his feet right behind me.

Suddenly he was right there, his mouth on mine, my arms around his neck. Then he stopped. He caught my arms and backed up, studying my face.

“Has anyone had access to your drinks recently?” he said. “Any strange allergic reactions? Bug bites?”

“Shut up.”

He ducked out of the way as I took a mock swing at him. Then he realized we were closer to the edge of the cliff than he thought, veered fast, and stumbled, toppling into the brush.

“Sorry,” I said, hurrying over to him. “Are you—?”

As I bent, he tried to snag my leg and yank me down, but I danced back out of reach.

“Did you really think I’d fall for that?” I said.

“Hoping.”

I laughed. He got to his feet. I backed up and glanced over my shoulder.

“I’m warning you,” he said. “You don’t want to run.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m faster than you.”

“Think so?”

“Know so, and when I catch you—”

I took off. I ran across the open field atop the cliff, and quickly realized that was a mistake. He might not be faster than me, but he was fast enough that I could hear him right on my heels. I swerved into the woods.

Normally, that’s where my advantage lies. Runners are accustomed to open ground. I actually prefer the forest, and I can dodge and dart around trees with barely a hitch in my pace. That’s why hurdles are my best event.

Rafe fell back a little, but then gained on me when I slowed to skirt thick brush.

As we ran, bits of my dream slid back, and everything seemed to get sharper, more vivid. The bright greens of the conifers and the yellows and reds of the rare deciduous trees became a blur of color. Our pounding footfalls muted into the rhythmic thump-thump, thump-thump of a heartbeat.

I could hear him right behind me. More than that, I swore I could feel his breath on my neck, and it made me run faster, the air slicing past me, that thump-thump filling my head, pulse racing, knowing that when he caught me—

A yowl stopped me short. Rafe’s sneakers crunched dry needles as he slid to a halt behind me.

“Maya?” Rafe said. “Look up.”

There, crouched on a branch ten feet above us, was Marv. Something lay at his feet. Something bloody.

Marv picked up his kill. Then he leaped. I stumbled back. Rafe yanked me against him, his arms around me, both of us still facing the cougar.

The cat looked at Rafe, yellow eyes narrowing. His lips curled. He dropped his meal and snarled.

“Step back,” I whispered.

Marv paced to one side, gaze locked on Rafe, still growling.

“Step back,” I said again.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded. Rafe hesitated and I could tell he didn’t want to, but after a moment he said, “Okay,” and carefully moved away.

The cougar stopped snarling and grunted, as if satisfied. Then he picked up what looked like a chewed and bloody deer haunch. As he walked toward me, Rafe whispered, “I’ve got you covered.”

It wasn’t easy to stand still as a huge cougar came toward me. To do anything else, though, would be stupid. His body language was casual, no sign of impending attack, and I had to trust that. Maybe he thought he’d rescued me from Rafe. I only know that I didn’t sense a threat.

When Marv got within a few feet, he tossed the deer haunch into the long grass at my feet. Then, with a final snarl and glare at Rafe, he turned and ambled into the forest.

I looked down at the haunch, mostly hidden in the long grass. I managed a laugh. “I guess this is like a house cat bringing its owner a dead mouse?”

Rafe didn’t laugh back. As I turned, I saw he wasn’t even smiling, just staring after Marv.

“We should get back to the house,” I said.

I expected him to make a joke about the cougar spoiling the mood, but he just nodded as he stared into the forest.

“Hey,” I said, stepping toward him. “You still with me?”

“Sorry.” He swung his gaze back toward me. “That’s just … not good.”

“He’s too bold, I know. My dad’s going to need to deal with—”

I stopped. He was staring again—this time at the ground behind me. I turned to see what had caught his attention.

“Don’t—” he began.

Too late. Having stepped away from whatever Marv had dropped, I could now see it more clearly through the long grass. Or see part of it. Fingers.

I stood there, thoughts stuttering. I had to be wrong. Of course I was wrong. I’d seen a deer foreleg—a hairless …

Oh God.

I stepped forward. Rafe didn’t try to stop me, and we both crouched for a better look. There, in the grass, lay a human forearm. Only two fingers were still attached. The rest—and most of the arm itself—had been—

My gorge rose. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes. Rafe’s fingers touched my elbow.

“Give me your phone,” he said. “I’ll—”

“I’ve got it.”

I straightened and took a deep breath. Then I took out my cell phone, opened it, and swore, the words coming out shaky.

“No signal,” I said. “We need to get back down the cliff.” I glanced at the arm. “We can’t leave that, though. A scavenger will get it. We need something to carry it in.”

Rafe plucked the hem of his shirt, like he was ready to pull it off. He stopped, though, and said, “We can grab my jacket.”

His shirt would have been easier, but it was white, and I guess he was thinking he couldn’t afford a new one if it got stained. Yet our jackets were also at the bottom of the cliff, which didn’t solve the problem. Finally, we agreed to have him stand watch over the arm while I zipped down the cliff, made the call, and came back.

That was the plan anyway. Only I couldn’t get reception at the bottom either. So I tied our jackets around my waist and went up.

I should have only brought my jacket. If it was stained, my parents would buy me a new one. Rafe, however, insisted on using his. He did let me help get the arm on it, which consisted of one person holding the jacket and the other rolling the forearm with a stick, and, yes, it was as bad as it sounds. The only thing that made it bearable was that, if I didn’t look at the fingers, it was chewed too badly to tell it was an arm.

On second thought, no, that didn’t make it better. My nightmares would definitely have fresh fodder now. But I managed to help Rafe without puking, and he didn’t suggest I let him handle it by himself. I appreciated that.