Silas wore a look of solemn seriousness.
Quentin and the others seemed fairly satisfied with him so far.
Of course, just being decent wasn’t enough for them to give their full approval. There were still some hoops Silas had to jump through, whether he liked it or not.
“Callie, it’s getting late. Why don’t you head upstairs and get some rest?” Quentin said, looking up at Calliope with a kind of grave earnestness. “The guys and I need to have a little chat with Mr. Myers.”
“Quentin, are you sure it’s just a ‘chat’?” Calliope asked, a hint of suspicion in her voice. She knew her brothers. They were probably planning something a little more intense than just friendly conversation.
She’d mentally prepared for her brothers to give Silas the third degree, but she still hoped they wouldn’t be too harsh. After all, she genuinely liked Silas. What if her brothers really went after him and scared him off? Or, on the flip side, what if Silas lost his cool and things got ugly? She didn’t want either scenario.
“Relax, it’s just a talk,” Norton said with a reassuring smile.
Julius nodded in agreement. “Callie, this is just guy stuff. Go on, get some sleep.”
Calliope hesitated, clearly unconvinced. She didn’t trust her brothers not to start something, and she didn’t trust Silas not to finish it. Either way, she’d be upset if things took a bad turn.
Quentin seemed to sense her unease. “Callie, I promise, no one’s getting hurt. We know how you feel. We’re just going to talk.”
Silas chimed in, flashing her a gentle smile. “I won’t let anything happen to your brothers, either. Go get some rest, Callie. Everything’s fine.”
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