Charles hated Sundays and Thursdays more than the other five days as those were the only two days he had to spend far more time with Ivy. Lucky for hi...m, none of his friends or his mom's friends ever saw him with those girls. If he had not sworn on his father's parents' graves, he would not have allowed himself to be subjected to this sort of treatment.Compared to what Ivy put him through, working at his mom's shop was far better. Stocking shelves up and serving customers seemed a lot more. Not east. He was leaving. He was leaving without her, and he was going west, not east—to the even more primitive wilds than dreary Natoma, not to the opulent, lively cities of the east. Hiram hadn’t gotten a foot off the front porch, however, before Ada let out a wail of betrayal and despair and ran past her father to the door out onto the porch, spewing out all that she and Leffler had done and that she was sure that she was pregnant by him now and that, as a man of God, he surely understood. It had been something of a hot day, and already I was peeling off my shirt and unbuttoning my jeans to let my stomach breath.Rachel looked over at me while she grabbed two beers out of the fridge."Jealous?" I asked as she handed one over and wiped the sweat from her brow."A little. You men can strip down whenever and wherever the hell you want." Hey, nobody's stopping you." I popped the top and took a long chug. "It's not like I haven't seen everything before." True..." She seemed to mull it. His hands gripped his slacks nervously, feeling the gazes of his harem look upon him. This was disgraceful. If only he had some kind of curtain or wall from them. Even though they were silenced, his mind wandered out to grim thoughts. They were commenting on him. Wes just knew it.Suddenly, the redhead's head snapped towards Sir as he scoffed, looking at his watch. “We going be late.” His lips pursed at his sentence.Wes put his head down when he turned to him. “It can't be helped,” he then said..