A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust by Sally Garcia

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.

just guy stuff. Go

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

getting hurt. We know how you feel. We're just

won't let anything

her room. She wasn't entirely convinced, but if they said it'd be okay, she decided to

for Silas to join them in the living room. He took a

that Silas was easily cowed. He carried himself with a quiet confidence that matched theirs, and his respect for

"Mr. Myers, why don't

marry Callie. Why her? Do you really love

to be straight with us," Quentin continued, his gaze unwavering. "We've heard a lot of things about you, and we're curious. Why did you pick

feelings for someone else, that he was only with Callie because she reminded him of another woman from