“Yes.” He eyes me warily. “I’m going to tell Marisa how I feel about her, and I want to know you don’t have a problem with it.”
Marisa has been keeping her distance since I put her on punishment cleaning and cooking duty after she nearly killed Kat. She is still on punishment duty and will be for another week.
Sitting back in my seat, I cross my arms. “And if Ididhave a problem with it?”
I don’t. The moment Kat entered into my life, I lost all interest in any woman but her.
He sits up taller in his seat. “I don’t care.”
I raise my eyebrow. “That so?”
“I care about her,” he says. “And I always have, but I was waiting for her to realize that no one can make her happy like I can, but she isn’t seeing it.”
I study the dark-haired, gray-eyed enforcer. “You’ve been friends for a long time.”
“I’ve always loved her.”
I mentally wince.
He’s twenty-five, and he’s been friends with Marisa forever. Seeing us together can’t have been easy on him, even though we were only sleeping together for a couple of months. My relationship with Marisa wasn’t wise, if I can even call it a relationship.
I wanted someone to fuck, and she wanted attention. Worst of all, she never hid her intent to get me into bed. Silas must have felt like he was in hell seeing us together.
“And if she doesn’t care about you? You’ll be throwing away your friendship.”
He gets to his feet, pacing now. “I don’t care.” He stops pacing. “I do care, but I have to tell her how I feel. Even if she doesn’t feel the same way, she has to know. I can’t keep it to myself anymore.”
Out of my office window, I spot Kat’s mom. Leonore has been distant but cool. There have been no threats from the Luna of Pack Prairie. Maybe she’ll know a way I can win Kat over.
I get to my feet. “Well, good luck.”
Silas blocks my path to the door. “You don’t mind?”
“I want my pack to be happy. If you think you can make her happy, then I won’t stand in your way.”
He doesn’t move.
“You’re in my way,” I tell him, in case he doesn’t realize it.
He rakes a hand through his hair. “I was expecting you to have a problem with it.”
I glance out of the window. Kat’s mom is still there, but she might not be for much longer. “Did you want me to have a problem with it?”
“No,” he blurts out. “But what if she reacts badly?”
“Thatis something you need to decide if you want to risk. Tell her how you feel, or wait for her to move on to someone else. Which is it?”
He nods, straightening his back. “I’ll tell her.”
I nudge him out of my way and head out.
Kat’s mom is walking toward the bunkhouse when I jog after her. “Leonore?”
She twists around, and although I search her face for any sign of anger, I don’t see it.
“Do you have a minute?” I ask her.
She gives me a probing look. “You want advice to win my daughter’s trust and perhaps my support so my mate will stop planning to kill you.”
