However, he was not ready to relinquish his son yet. “Whatever you have to say, I am sure my presence won’t be a hindrance.”

Jessica’s eyebrow quirked. “I beg to differ, Admiral.” She finally regarded him with a gimlet stare. “Unless you would like to witness me making up with my husband, and let me be clear, I’ve had a great deal of wine tonight and judging by the amount of scotch left in that decanter my husband is sufficiently looser than usual so there’s likely to be some rather furious disrobing and broken crockery.” She waved a hand as Lawrence nearly turned purple. “But be my guest.”