“James,” Aislinn acknowledged. “You’re up kind of late this morning. Is Grace sleeping in, too?”
Dad glanced up, and I could swear he blushed. “Hmm? Oh. Yes. Well. In any case. Um . . . to the point at hand.”
“Leave Dad alone,” I told Aislinn. “His Britishness is short-circuiting.”
to the point at hand ??