Crap, I guess Silas Mercer and I had something in common, after all.
Well, that and the scorching energy that blistered through the air whenever he got within a hundred-mile radius of me. I doubted something so powerful could be one-sided.
And okay, I really liked his little boy.
And Meems was pretty freaking great, too. I might have even developed a little soft spot for Brody.
Silas crossed his tattooed arms over his chest.
The man all sinewy strength and concern.
The expression he wore right then made it exponentially worse.
Being in his space and thinking he might be something different than the treacherous biker who’d wrangled my brother into a position he hadn’t intended.
“What happened?” Silas glanced between us with the demand.
Clearly, he thought whatever it was, he had to fix it.
Elena huffed as she slipped off the bed. “Am I not allowed to have a private conversation with my best friend?”
Best friend?
I didn’t think I’d ever been promoted so fast.
“Best friend?” Silas repeated exactly what I was thinking.
Elena lifted her arms out to the sides, palms up, a razzing accusation twisting across her face as she gestured around the room. “Do you see any other friends around here?”
“Wow, and here I thought I was special.” It came out playful.
She looked back at me with a grin. “Oh, believe me, Brinley, you are special. Even if every one of those girls who hang out at the club decided they actually liked me, you’d still be my number one.”
I gave her a teasing scowl. “I’d better be.”
“You can count on it.”
Then she reached out, the sudden playfulness we’d been tossing around caught up in something intense.
That grief and hope shining bright in her eyes.
I wavered for a beat before I took her offered hand. She swung it around. “Sometimes our hearts just know.”
Emotion raced my throat. Thick and sticky.
Then she gave my hand a little tug. “Why don’t you come stay in my room so you don’t have to be by this bossy brute?”
Silas pushed from the wall. “Not going to happen.”
Elena pouted. “Why not?”
He strolled in like a snarly viper. “Go to bed, Elena. We already talked about this.”
“Ugh, fine.” She turned back and wrapped her arms around me again.
Hard.
Her mouth at my ear.
