“I don’t want charity,” Wes said after a beat.
Wes gestured at their enthralled audience. “Unless you’re referring to the clear fact that you hate being attracted to me.” “‘Hate’ is a strong word,” Wes drawled, propping a forearm on the doorjamb.
“We hate each other,” Bethany responded with a tight smile. I can’t be the ambassador of this mission. “Oh, I don’t believe this,” Bethany hissed, turning on a heel to face the crowd. “Who are all these women? Is this your coven?” “That’s right.” He positioned the hat back on his head. “You’re the one? Taking care of a little girl?” He swept over them with a suspicious glance and focused in on Bethany. Wes Daniels took off his cowboy hat and slapped it against his thigh, utter consternation written on his face at seeing the horde of people outside his door. It was too coincidental that the single man who had just opened the door was the same one who had recently started working for Brick & Morty. Port Jefferson didn’t exactly appeal to tons of single men. The door opened to reveal a man Dominic recognized, confirming his earlier theory. The kind his wife might have if he’d taken the time to encourage her, to show he had faith in her. She had the kind of confidence Rosie deserved. Bethany reached the door first and knocked briskly, flipping back her blond hair and adjusting the collar of her long white coat.
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