Page 63 of Wicked Queen

“She was unconscious during most of her time there,” I reminded him. “I doubt it feels like a second home.”

“There are several options in London and nearby. Rose Cottage. Frogmore House. The list continues,” Norris said.

“You’ve given this some thought.” I studied him for a moment, wondering if this was what he needed to speak freely about.

“We all have,” Edward joined in.

“It’s only been a few days.” I felt like a traitor sending her away so soon—even though I didn’t want her here, either. I looked to Georgia for support. “You said it, she’s not capable of living on her own.”

“Yes, but I’m with them,” she said slowly, shrugging her shoulders. “I don’t think she should live here. I told Clara that last night after…”

Clara’s warning glare cut her off and I turned to my wife.

“After?” I prompted.

She sighed, continuing to stare murderously at Georgia. “Sarah was drunk and talking nonsense. It wasn’t a threat.”

“A threat?” Norris repeated. He stood and began to pace the room.

“Not exactly,” Georgia said. “I just think she’s angrier with you then she’s letting on.”

“She’s trying to hide her anger. We do have a problem,” I said dryly.

“It was nothing,” Clara said firmly. “But we can’t have parties and strangers here. We have children.” She patted her stomach as if to remind me that our responsibilities were about to double.

“I know that.” I frowned.

“Then you know what you need to do,” Norris said. “Someone choose a place for her and pack her bags.”

“That won’t help her grow up,” Edward pointed out.

“Maybe she can live with you,” Georgia said sweetly.

“No!”

“Exactly,” Clara said. “She needs help adjusting. Probably some freaking therapy, too, but if we’re fighting with her all the time, we can’t give her that.”

“And what about the Jonathan thing?” Edward dared to ask.

It took restraint to even hear his name. “That’s her mistake to make, but I want to know if she’s on drugs—and I want to know if he’s involved.”

Norris nodded, and I realized that try as he might, he was never really off the clock.

“Okay. We’ll make the arrangements, and we’ll need to assign a new security head to her,” I added.

No one seemed to want to discuss Brex’s departure. He’d walked from the job before, but I didn’t know if I’d ever get him to come back.

“I’ll talk to Brex,” Georgia offered. “I’ll explain. He has the wrong idea.”

“He doesn’t, though,” I corrected her gently. “I should have told him about it. It’s part of his job to know anything compromising.”

“We’re hardly compromising shit anymore,” Georgia said.

“He still should have known,” Clara agreed with me.

“He’ll come around,” I said, but this time I didn’t know if he would. I’d been around both of them long enough to know there was something between them. It wasn’t until tonight that I’d realized Georgia returned his feelings.

“No, he won’t. Not while I’m here.” Georgia might love him, but she would never allow herself to be happy. She wasn’t built that way. Someone had broken her too much for that. I could only hope it wasn’t me.