Natasha POV
The sound of arguing drew me from the kitchen to the back deck; the spoon I’d been using to dish myself up some of Harmony’s potato salad still in my hand. In the middle of the yard, Drake and Isabella faced off, spitting at each other like a pair of angry cats. This was nothing new. It had been going on for almost two weeks. Instead of acting on their attraction to one another, they’d opted to fight it and each other. Every training session became a battle over whatever was handy, be it the method she was using or the theory he was teaching, or the props being used. My yard was constantly a battleground and my tolerance for the bickering was wearing thin.
“Why don’t you two just sleep together and get it over with. You’ll both be much happier, I guarantee it,” I said and
