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This naturally leads to both becoming cranky, and of course they both want to be carried by me, so I thank all the hours I’ve spent in the gym, and carry them inside, one in each arm.

A lot of offices are empty, not only because of all the changes in position I’ve made, but also because it’s sadly the off season for the Demons and most employees are on vacation.

I want to head over to the office of Sarah Hill, the head of scouting, and finally tell her I’m promoting her to GM, but with the boys clinging to me desperately and sniffling, I know it’s not appropriate.

I’m hoping they’ll calm down enough and one of my sisters won’t mind staying a little bit longer to watch them so I can do that after the meeting.

For now, I sit on the floor of the conference room, and sit them down next to me, then gratefully accept the backpack with all their toys from Johnny.

“Tuck.” Luna’s voice pulls my attention away from the boys. She’s looking at me with concern and just enough disapproval that I know what’s coming. I hold up a palm to her.

“I know, I know.”

They’ve been texting me daily, asking if I’ve gotten anywhere looking for a nanny for the boys, and of course I haven’t.

Research on finding new people to start building the team I want the Demons to be has taken precedence over that, and there’s also the fact that I do have to take care of the boys.

Sure they have Johnny to drive them to and from daycare in the mornings, but I want to be there to pick them up and drop them off, and I do have a chef to make sure they’re getting good meals every day, but I want to be there to eat with them and hear all they have to say about their days too.

It’s the rest of the time that’s maybe a bit harder.

I basically tore down the organization from the inside and now I have to build it back up.

That takes time.

Time I want the boys to spend doing something . . . I don’t know, worthwhile, maybe instructive?

As much as they’ve loved coming to work with me, I know it will more than likely get boring soon enough, and this really isn’t where I want them to grow up. It’s not the worst childhood—I can attest—but it’s still not what I want for them. Not to mention, I’m still waiting for the social worker to pay us a visit any day now, and that meeting has to go well.

It just has to.

So yeah, I know I need a nanny, but Jesus, when will I find the time?

Liv and Avery come in only a minute after Luna, and when the boys have calmed down and are happily drawing, Beatrice arrives.

“Thanks for coming all this way.” I handle the introductions quickly, then get right to it. “Baron asked me if it was okay for Beatrice to take the lead with us now that the transfer of the trust is done, and I believe she’s just as good as her father, so I agreed.”

As suspected, my sisters don’t mind, in fact they smile widely at Beatrice.

“We don’t want to take too much of your time, so can you tell them what your father told me?” Sure, Liv already knows, but we gotta keep that a secret.

“Of course.” We all sit around the furthest side of the conference table from the boys and she gets right to it. “Amanda Barclay is claiming homicide in self-defense, which means there will be a trial, and more than likely a long one.”

“What?” Avery asks, obviously shocked.

I reach over to take her hand, squeezing once.

“Most of that time will be spent by the detectives and the DA gathering information to prove it wasn’t self-defense. Since there are no cameras to pull imaging from, a jury will have to decide based on testimonies.” She breathes in deeply. “That means you and your mothers mostly, but also the boys’ bodyguard, uh, John Quinton?”

“That’s him,” I murmur.

“Yes, and your father’s bodyguard who was in his residence when the murder occurred, as well as Amanda’s own bodyguard, and the now ex-nanny, Alice Clint.”

“Okay, how likely is it that she gets a jury to believe her?”

I’m surprised by the fire in Luna’s eyes, and also a bit confused.

“And what would it mean if that happens?” Liv adds.