Page 84 of Wicked Queen

“We had a guest list before we decided to elope,” David interrupted. “We’ve been keeping a running list of twats and wankers for years. Sarah will be in her comfort zone.”

“Remind me to never let you lot plan a party for me,” Georgia muttered, swinging her feet down and swiping a magazine from him.

I raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. Across from me, Belle grinned, obviously thinking the same thing I was. We were winning Georgia over, whether she liked it or not.

“Should we really invite Pepper?” Belle wrinkled her nose as she read the list. Out of all of us, she had the most reason to hate Pepper Lockwood, which was saying something.

“She’s currently Sarah’s best friend,” I reminded her.

“Can we at least put her by the loo?” she asked.

“Do you know how often I use the bathroom these days?” I shook my head. “I don’t want to walk past her every fifteen minutes. The kitchen?”

“If she doesn’t poison the food, she’ll spit in it,” Edward said absently, staring at his computer as he input the invitee information.

“Put her by the band,” David suggested. “It will drown her out.”

“Royal Brat Pack by the band, got it.” I made a note.

Belle giggled, shaking her head. “I love that name.”

“That’s how I knew I’d met my soul mate,” Edward said.

“Excuse me,” David called with mock offense.

“We need a name,” Belle said.

“You already have one,” Georgia said. We all turned to stare at her. She looked up from her magazine like it should be obvious. “It’s what Alexander calls you.”

“Alexander has a nickname for us?” I asked slowly. Suddenly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear it. I was currently getting along with my spouse. I wasn’t certain if it would change things.

“He calls you Team Queen. You didn’t know that?” She closed the magazine. “He says it to us all the time.”

“Wait,” Edward said, “in what context are we talking?”

“I guess it does work on two levels,” I admitted.

“Whenever you go out to lunch or shopping or whatever you do,” she said dismissively, “we get briefed on handling Team Queen.”

“Oh, really.” I’d completely lost track of where I was with the menu selections. “And how do you handle us?”

“You’re going to get me in trouble,” Georgia grumbled, eyes narrowing.

“That depends. Because I could call my husband and ask him, right now.”

“We’re to stay nearby. We’re to have an eye on you but never be close enough to hear you.”

“We’re?” I echoed. “When we went shopping at Tamara’s, it was just you.”

“It’s never just me.” She laughed as though I was being cute.

“How many?” I asked flatly.

“Depends on where you’re going. As soon as we have a location, the appropriate number of men are dispatched to cover any and all exits to a building.” She paused and studied me. “You really didn’t know.”

“Nope,” I said. “It’s completely unnecessary.”

“He says otherwise.” Georgia hung her head for a moment, then continued, like she didn’t have a choice. “Only damaged guards are sent.”