So this was where we had landed. As far as the Voss brothers knew, I had no memory of what they had told me, and no way to feel whatever pull they claimed was there.
Which left them only one option. Action. For these three months, while my body healed, they intended to court me, openly and relentlessly, so that when my wolf finally woke and her senses returned, she and I would choose one of them together.
I had thrown it back in their faces once. "Let me get this straight. The doctors gave me a three month treatment plan, and your treatment plan is to spend those three months turning yourselves into the man I can't stop thinking about?"
"Legally speaking," Damon had said, pushing his glasses up his nose, "we prefer to call it fair competition."
"I made a spreadsheet for the rotation,"
