Waking Up To Four Obsessive Husbands

Summary

I woke up in a room that smelled too much like bleach and lost time.

The doctor leaned over me, his expression unreadable behind a surgical mask. "The amnesia is likely a temporary side effect of the concussion," he said, his voice a smooth, professional baritone. Then he gestured to the room at large. "Tell me, Tess. Which one is your current boyfriend?"

I looked at the men flanking my bed.

I pointed tentatively to the man on the left—the one in the sharp, charcoal-grey suit.

The doctor’s eyes darkened. "Your current boyfriend."