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“I’ve tried to see your point on things but come on. You told Damon we were going to mate. You set it up for him to catch us in the clearing. You’ve gone on and on about how he’s the type of guy who’d hurt me. But I’m hurt now, by you,” Charlotte pointed out.
“I’m sorry.” Wyatt’s white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel drew Charlotte’s attention away from his half-assed apology.
“You’re the one who was doing these unnecessarily shady maneuvers, but it feels like you’re mad at me,” Charlotte replied.
“You’ve been sneaking off with Damon this entire trip, Charlotte. You think I’m that dense? Every time you go off for time for ‘yourself’ you come back smelling like him. You accuse me of being insecure, but you’re doing this to me.”
She rolled her eyes. “We’re friends, sort of. I don
