Her smile was pure appreciation.
“No, although my unacceptable behavior toward you did trigger the discussion.”
“By discussion you mean fight?”
Cassandra gave him a sardonic look. “I thought you knew my father. One doesn’t fight with the admiral. One listens. One obeys. Or one is disowned.”
“I was the trigger. What was the bullet?”
“He doesn’t find my career acceptable. It’s embarrassing to him and my mother that I focus on s****l behavior. They’d rather I use my psych degree working for the government. Or barring that, they want me to go into private practice in a tidy little office somewhere and talk s****l behavior behind closed doors, where it belongs.”
“But you said what you’re doing will help a lot of people.”
“It will. In the last year, it has, actually. We just received a hu
