Dawn in Eclipse Bay
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“Not like it was in Portland last week,” Mitchell observed. “Only press here is from the Journal. But, what the heck, Eclipse Bay isn’t exactly the art capital of the western world.”
“Portland was all about publicity and media coverage,” Sullivan reminded him. “It worked just like Octavia Brightwell said it would. It introduced Lillian to important collectors and the museum and gallery crowd. But this event is special for Eclipse Bay.”
“And they’re lovin’ it.” Mitchell grinned. “Look at ’em, all dressed up and swilling champagne. I doubt if a lot of these folks know much about art, but they’re sure having a good time.”
The throng that filled the gallery was composed largely of local townsfolk. Everyone from the Willis brothers to the strangely dressed group from Incandescent Body had turned out. Sullivan had a hunch that it wasn’t a keen interest in art that had brought so many of the residents of Eclipse Bay out on a wet night. The driving motivation for this crowd was its lively curiosity about Hartes and Madisons. Everyone knew that both families would be in town for the event and they were all well aware that Gabe and Lillian were engaged.
The free drinks and hors d’oeuvres were just icing on the cake as far as most folks were concerned tonight.
“Who would have thought that a Harte would turn out to be an artist?” Mitchell said.
“Who would have believed that anyone in your family could create a profitable business like Madison Commercial?”
“Gotta say that Octavia sure knows how to give a party.” Mitchell helped himself to a cheese canapé. “First class all the way, too. Lot of people here tonight wouldn’t have noticed or cared if she had served cheap champagne and second-rate food. But she pulled out all the stops, same as she did for the Portland crowd.”
“Showing respect for the locals.” Sullivan nodded. “Very smart. Good public relations.”
“She’s a smart young woman. But she’s real, too, if you know what I mean. She didn’t put on this bash just for publicity purposes. She did it because she really wanted to show folks that she appreciates them as much as she does the Portland crowd.”
Sullivan took a sip of his champagne. “I’ll buy that.”
“Huh.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Can’t help noticing that she and your grandson, Nick, are having themselves a mighty serious conversation over there.”
Sullivan followed his gaze, searching for the pair over the heads of the crowd. He spotted Nick, dressed in formal black and white, standing with Octavia on the far side of the gallery.
The conversation looked more than serious, he thought. It had a close, intimate quality. Nick had one hand casually flattened on the wall behind Octavia’s head. He leaned slightly in toward her, his broad shoulders angled in a way that subtly but effectively cut her off from the crowd around them. Sullivan recognized the body language and knew that every other man in the room understood it too, if only on a subconscious level. It was a clear statement of possession, a this-woman-is-mine-tonight message.
“Oh, brother,” he said softly. “Here we go again.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it, if I were you,” Mitchell said cheerfully. “Like I said, Octavia’s a nice young woman.”
“Red hair.”
“So what? You got a problem with red hair?”
“There’s something familiar about her, Mitch.”
“You’ve seen her before. She attended Hannah and Rafe’s wedding. And you met her at the Portland reception last week.”
“No, I mean something really familiar.”
“Like what?”
“The red hair, the profile. The way she holds herself. Take a good look, man. She remind you of anyone?”
Mitchell studied Octavia for a long time.
“Well, shoot and damn,” he said at last. “She’s a dead ringer, isn’t she? Funny, I never noticed before.”
“Might explain why you took to her right off, though.”
“Well, shoot and damn,” Mitchell said again, this time sounding dazed. “What the hell is going on here?”
“Beats me,” Sullivan said. “But I figure this isn’t a coincidence.”
“Nope.” An expression of bemused wonder gleamed in Mitchell’s eyes. “No coincidence. Tell you one thing, Nick better behave himself with her.”
“What business is it of yours, how he behaves?”
“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.
chapter 27
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.
Contents
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 3
chapter 4
chapter 5
chapter 6
chapter 7
chapter 8
chapter 9
chapter 10
chapter 11
chapter 12
chapter 13
chapter 14
chapter 15
chapter 16
chapter 17
chapter 18
chapter 19
chapter 20
chapter 21
chapter 22
chapter 23
chapter 24
chapter 25
chapter 26
chapter 27