Eclipse Bay by Jayne Ann Krentz

chosen field. A lesson for wayward youth across this great land.”
    “Exactly what is your chosen field?” Jed’s eyes glinted with curiosity. “No offense, but I never heard that you ever actually got yourself what folks like to call a real job.”
    “I get by.”
    “I’ve noticed.” Jed watched him intently. “There’s talk going around that you maybe found some, shall we say, unconventional ways to accomplish that.”
    “You’re starting to sound like a reporter, Jed.”
    Jed held up his hands, palms out. “Okay, I get thepoint. No more questions in that area. Can’t blame me for asking. I am in the newspaper business, after all.”
    They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes.
    “Heard you and Connie split up a couple of years ago,” Rafe said eventually. “Sorry.”
    “It was a mistake.” Jed glanced down at his clasped hands and then looked up. “She went back to Seattle. Couldn’t take small-town life. She’s remarried.”
    Rafe settled deeper into his chair. “I didn’t do any better with marriage myself.”
    “I’m surprised you even gave it a whirl. You always said you wouldn’t be any good at it.”
    “Turned out I was right.”
    “One thing you should know,” Jed said quietly after a while. “Dell Sadler still thinks you pushed his sister over that cliff. You might want to stay out of his way while you’re here in town.”
    “Thanks for the tip.”
    “Sure. What are friends for?” Jed looked down the length of the broad front porch that encircled the mansion. “What are you going to do with this place?”
    “Open an inn and a restaurant.”
    “Whew!” Jed was clearly impressed. “Talk about big plans! Gonna cost a bundle, though.”
    “Not a problem,” Rafe said.

chapter 4
    Hannah stood on the rocky beach below the Harte cottage and watched Winston chase seagulls in Dead Hand Cove. The tide was still out this morning. The five tall, finger-shaped stones that had given the cove its name thrust upward from the wet sand in a pattern that was eerily reminiscent of the outflung hand of a corpse. Or so she and Nick and Lillian had concluded years ago. When the tide came in a few hours from now, all but the very tip of the forefinger would be submerged.
    The cove had been a favorite playground for all three Hartes in their youth. In addition to the macabre rock formation, it boasted an intricate network of small caves in the cliffs that framed the tiny beach. Together with Nick and Lillian, Hannah had spent hours exploring the rocky passages. The caves weren’t dangerously deep or convoluted, and they had made excellent hiding places for adventurous children.
    Out in the cove, Winston dashed off after another seagull. He was certainly enjoying the stay in Eclipse Bay,Hannah thought. What surprised her was that she was strangely content also, in spite of the looming problem of Rafe Madison.
    She and Winston had been here for the better part of a week, but she was no closer to resolving the sticky situation involving Dreamscape than she had been that first afternoon. Rafe refused even to discuss the possibility of selling his share of the mansion. A war of nerves was taking shape. They couldn’t go on like this indefinitely, she told herself. Sooner or later one of them would have to make a move toward ending the impasse.
    Out on the sand, Winston found a piece of driftwood, seized it in his jaws, and pranced triumphantly back toward Hannah. Halfway across the cove he came to a sudden halt and looked up toward the cliff path.
    Simultaneously a whisper of awareness tingled through Hannah. She sensed Rafe’s presence just before he spoke.
    “Nice to see that Winston doesn’t stand on formality all the time,” he said.
    Hannah braced herself for the little shock of excitement she always got when she first encountered him. She turned and saw that he had reached the bottom of the path. He came toward her with that supple masculine grace that was so much a part of