Jayne Krentz - Dawn in Eclipse Bay

“Octavia’s alone in the world. No family to protect her.”

“So you’re going to take on the job, is that it?” Sullivan asked.

“Someone’s gotta do it. That grandson of yours has a reputation for playing it fast and loose with the ladies.”

“He just hasn’t found the right woman to take Amelia’s place.”

“Way I hear it, he’s not lookin’ real hard for a wife,” Mitchell observed. “Seems like he prefers a more casual arrangement with his lady friends, one that doesn’t involve rings and a ceremony and a commitment. I hear tell they call him Hardhearted Harte in some circles.”

“Damn it, my grandson’s love life isn’t any of your business.”

“I won’t let him take advantage of Octavia, got that?” Mitchell set his jaw. “She’s not gonna be just another one of his short-term flings. You better set him real straight on that score or there’ll be hell to pay.”

Glumly, Sullivan studied the pair on the other side of the room.

“This could get complicated,” he said.

“Sure could.”

Sullivan didn’t know precisely what Mitchell was thinking, but he was willing to bet his companion was recalling the same scene he himself remembered so well. It was a scene out of their shared past: an eerie, unsettling memory of the day a flame-haired woman in a short skirt and high heels opened the door of their little office on Bay Street and told them she would make them both very rich.

They both stared, fascinated at Octavia. No doubt about it, Sullivan thought, she bore an uncanny resemblance to Claudia Banner, the mysterious creature who had blazed through their lives all those years ago, singed them both badly and turned their world upside down before she disappeared with the assets of Harte-Madison.

“Who the hell is Octavia Brightwell and what is she up to here in Eclipse Bay?” he asked very quietly.

She listened to him climb the stairs and walk down the hall toward her studio. She continued to clean her brushes. His strides were easy, smooth, full of purpose and determination. A lot of the essence of Gabe Madison was distilled in the way he moved.

She put down the brushes and went to open the door. He came to a halt in front of her. He had left his jacket in the car and removed his cuff links. The collar of his charcoal-gray shirt was open, the silver-and-black striped tie loose around his neck. He was not smiling.

“You’re late.” She stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

“Ummm.” He wrapped an arm around her when she made to pull back, holding her close for a long, slow, blood-warming kiss.

When he finally released her she was flushed and breathless. She saw the lazy, sexy gleam in his eyes and knew that she wasn’t the only one who had been affected by the embrace.

“Thanks, I needed that,” he said. “I had a hell of an afternoon.”

“What happened?”

“Mitchell, Sullivan, and your father all arrived unannounced in my office two hours ago, just as I was thinking of leaving early for the day. It was nothing short of an ambush.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Now what?”

He did not answer immediately. Instead he went to stand in front of her newest creation, an unfinished portrait of her mother and her grandmother and herself. The three figures were arranged around Eclipse Arch. They looked out at the viewer with steady gazes, each woman bringing the perspective of her particular phase of life to the scene, each silently acknowledging her links to the other two.

Gabe studied the picture.

“Damn, you’re good,” he said at last. “You really are good.”

“Thanks, but you’re avoiding the subject.”

“I’m a CEO. I’ve got a natural aptitude for avoiding unpleasant subjects.”

She did not like the sound of this. “What did they want, Gabe?”

“They presented a new business proposition.”

“Uh-oh.”

“Yeah, that was sort of my response, too.”

“Gabe?”

“They want to do a merger.”

She stared at him. It took her a few seconds to get her tongue untied. “A merger? You mean of Madison Commercial and Harte Investments?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, my.”

“An equal exchange of stock between the companies. Family members only would be allowed to possess shares in the new corporation. The board of directors would consist of an equal number of Hartes and Madisons. I would be the CEO.”

“Oh, my.”

“In many ways, there is a lot to be said for the deal,” Gabe continued, sounding as if he was reading from an investor’s prospectus. “It would double the assets of the company overnight. It would allow us to extend the range and scope of our activities. It would give us the opportunity to provide extended management and consulting services to our clients.”

“Oh, my.” She felt the laughter bubble up inside and hastily clapped a hand over her mouth.

“It is also of course, my worst nightmare.”

“I can understand that.” She gave up the attempt to swallow her laughter. “The very thought of having to ride herd on a board of directors and a group of stockholders composed entirely of Hartes and Madisons would be enough to strike terror into the heart of any prudent, cautious, sensible CEO.”

“You can say that again.”

“But you’re a Madison. I’ll bet you didn’t even swallow hard or blink. So, what are we going to call this new company?”

“The suggestion was made that the new firm should be known as Harte-Madison. Your father’s idea, I believe. Some sentimental claptrap about re-creating the original company founded by Mitch and Sullivan. I, however, took strong exception.”

“So what is it going to be?”

He turned away from the portrait and came toward her, giving her the patented Madison grin, the really sexy one that showed his excellent teeth and made her pulse beat faster.

“Madison-Harte, of course,” he said.

“Of course. I like it. It’s got a ring to it.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. His mouth came down on hers in a kiss that demonstrated once again that nothing came between a Madison and his passion.