Royal Mess (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 3)

“What was it?” I had eaten breakfast a couple of hours ago, and I was more than ready for a snack.

“Fresh sourdough bread.” Greer raised her hand in the air. “And she was mixing up a bowl of chicken salad.”

“Oh man. I think I’m ready for lunch right now.”

Greer laughed. “Girl, I already told her to send up a tray for three people when it was done.”

“Three?” I asked. I hoped she wasn’t thinking that Marco or Apollo were going to climb into bed and watch Golden Girls with us.

“Yeah. Bristol needs to eat, too, right?”

I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness Marco wasn’t joining us.

Greer grabbed the remote and pointed it to the TV. “So until then, let’s watch some of the girls.” She turned up the volume. “I love Rose. She’s my favorite.”

“I rotate through them as my favorites. Lately, I’ve been loving Sophia.”

Greer laughed. “I love how she tells it like it is.”

I needed to start doing more of that in my life. Even before this whole debacle with the Meeks, I never really stood up for myself. I needed to take some of Sophia’s spunk and use it. Though I could learn something from each of the girls.

“Oh, I love this episode. When Rose does the splits on the dance floor, I can’t help but cheer.” Greer smiled wide. “My mom and I used to watch this show together all of the time before she passed away. This brings back such good memories.”

Half an hour later, Bristol knocked on the door, and I spent the rest of my afternoon watching Golden Girls with Greer and Bristol.

Not how I expected to spend my day, but it was a welcome break from being angry, upset, and confused all rolled in one.

If only that feeling could have lasted forever.

*

Chapter Seven

Marco

“Where is she?”

Apollo shrugged and sipped his brandy. “Last I knew, they were in Royal’s room watching some old show.”

“How long ago was that?” I asked.

Apollo smiled. “About three hours ago.”

“And who is they?” They sounded like more than Greer and Royal.

“Bristol, Greer, and Royal,” Apollo listed.

“You’re not bothered by the fact that your wife doesn’t want to spend time with you?” I asked. I crossed my leg over the other one and gazed out the window. “She flew out here and you’ve only seen her for a few minutes.”

“I’ve been married to her for almost twenty years, Marco. I’ve spent plenty of time with her. She’s always complaining how she doesn’t have many friends, so this is good for to be able to hang out with Royal and Bristol. She’s happy, so I’m happy.”

Royal wanted to spend time with Greer, but she didn’t even want to see me.

I had tried to check on her after Greer had arrived, but Greer had answered the door and told me Royal was asleep and I shouldn’t bother her.

Greer telling me not to bother Royal grated me the wrong way, but I had simply nodded and headed back to my office.

Now it was h