You're right," Phoebe said. "We both need coffee.""And a change in subject. Come...

You're right," Phoebe said. "We both need coffee."
"And a change in subject. Come on. Zane sent me to find you and bring you back for breakfast." She grinned. "Apparently he's worried about you."
"He worries about everyone," Phoebe said, trying not to be pleased by Maya's words. "It's his nature."
"That's true. Zane would love to be in charge of the world. He gets off on bossing people around."
"It's not that," Phoebe said. "He takes his responsibilities seriously."
"Defending him again?"
Phoebe waved goodbye to Manny and started down the path. "He doesn't need me to defend him. He's strong enough to take care of himself."
"Interesting." Maya walked next to her. "So here's this big, hunky guy who doesn't need you to rescue him. No wonder you're all atwitter around him. You don't know what to do."
Phoebe wanted to kick a rock. It figured Maya would manage to put it all together in about fifteen seconds. It was her own fault for having a smart friend.
Maya was right. If Zane didn't need Phoebe to take care of him, what on earth would he need her for? And if he didn't need her, why would he want her? She understood the theory that some men cared about women just because. That the women didn't have to do anything to earn the affection. It wasn't anything she'd ever experienced in her own life.
"Zane isn't for me," she said firmly.
Maya laughed. "That sounds really good, but I can't help wondering who you're trying to convince.