For them, the last three days had been a form of psychological warfare.
They had been running on fumes.
Not knowing what was happening.
Not knowing what "important decisions" Mirabelle needed to make.
Of course, they knew those decisions involved them.
In their male arrogance, they had even convinced themselves that they were the only thing she could possibly be thinking about.
The result had been three days of alternating confidence and doubt.
One moment they were plagued by uncertainty.
The next they were completely convinced that they alone were the obvious choice.
Silas had spent most of the time pretending none of it bothered him.
Unfortunately, everyone who knew him could tell it bothered him immensely.
Whenever his thoughts drifted toward Mirabelle, he found himself replaying every interaction they had shared.
Every look.
Every conversation.
Every touch.
Then his mind would immediately provide a list of reasons why she might choose someone else.
