Sean pressed his phone to his ear and paced his study.
"They did what?" he asked, anger pulsing through his body.
"Just Lawson, sir," Geoffrey said. "He attacked Mrs. Blair's younger brother. Gotta give it to the kid, he's pretty fast. Anyway, he put his fist through the Kandinsky."
"I don't give a damn about the bloody Kandinsky," Sean said, his blood going cold. "Is Catherine safe?"
"Yes, sir," Geoffrey said. "She's on her way back to the house."
"And why aren't you with her?" he roared.
Geoffrey sighed, "She asked me to stay here and keep an eye on the Stewart's. Besides, she's with another guard—I didn't just let her drive off on her own."
"I thought I made myself clear," he said. "She's not going anywhere without you."
"Yes, sir," Geoffrey said, sounding pained. "I'll go after her, sir."
"Don't bother now," he said. "Just stay there and finish up."
