17
“Mr. King. A word, if you please,” the admiral said to Dominic after the servants cleared away dinner. Roberta and Flynn had gathered near the pianoforte, speaking softly and smiling. Dominic felt comforted that Roberta liked Nicholas. In another life, he would have been overjoyed to see his woman and the man he once called his brother getting along so well.
“Yes?” He brought his attention back to the admiral as they stepped into the hall.
“I know I may seem to be a preoccupied man, but when it comes to my daughter, I’m quite observant. You have tried to hide your intentions, but I’m no fool.”
Dominic tensed as he met the man’s gaze. The admiral was in his late fifties, but Dominic suspected the man could put up quite a fight, if properly motivated.
“I’m not sure I follow,” he answ
