Dawn in Eclipse Bay

learn from my mistakes.”
    “Madisons never learn from their mistakes. Family tradition.”
    Mitchell raised the cane and leveled it at him as if it were a rapier. “You know what your problem is? You’re going about this marriage business all wrong.”
    “You’re certainly an authority on the subject.”
    Mitchell snorted. “Should have known you couldn’t go after a woman the way you go after investment prospects for Madison Commercial.”
    “I did manage to figure that out. That’s why I signed up with Private Arrangements.”
    “What the hell kind of results do you expect from a computer?” Mitchell shot back. “I’m not saying Lillian Harte isn’t a smart lady. No such thing as a stupid Harte. And I’m not saying she doesn’t know how to run her business. But the fact is, you aren’t going to have any luck finding a wife with a computer.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because you’re a Madison, that’s why not. When it comes to women, a Madison relies on his gut, not his brain.”
    “And look where it’s gotten us,” Gabe said. “Three generations of screwed-up relationships.”
    “Rafe broke that jinx.” Mitchell lowered the cane with grim dignity. “I expect you to do the same, by God. But you’re gonna have to stop fooling around with Madison Commercial for a while and pay attention to what’s important.”
    That did it.
    Gabe felt his Madison temper flash through him with all the stunning heat of summer lightning. It crackled and flared, surging forth from the windowless vault where he kept it locked and chained in the name of establishing total control.
    He released the railing and turned on Mitchell.
    “Fooling around with Madison Commercial? Is that what you call what I’ve been doing all these years? Fooling around with Madison Commercial? ”
    Mitchell blinked. Then the lines at the corners of his eyes creased in wary concern. “Simmer down, son. Just trying to have us a reasonable discussion here.”
    “Fooling around with Madison Commercial? Is that what you call building a major venture capital company that did a few hundred million dollars’ worth of business last year?”
    “Now, see here, Gabe, this isn’t what—”
    “Maybe it has slipped your mind that your stock in Madison Commercial is the primary source of your retirement income.”
    “Shoot and damn, this isn’t about money.”
    “Not about money? All I ever heard from you when I was growing up was how Harte-Madison had been destroyed because you and Sullivan Harte went to war over a woman. How many times did you tell me how you’d been financially ruined because Claudia Banner made fools out of you and Harte? A couple of thousand, maybe?”
    “What happened to Harte-Madison all those years ago has got nothing to do with this.”
    “The Hartes recovered financially because they had the brains and the determination to concentrate on business. You could have done the same thing, but you didn’t, did you, Mitch? You preferred to get married. Over and over again.”
    “This is your grandfather you’re dealing with here. Show some respect.”
    Gabe flexed his hands at his sides. “I proved to you and the whole damn world that a Madison could be as successful as a Harte.”
    “I’m not saying you haven’t been successful with Madison Commercial. But the fact that the company’s making a profit isn’t what’s important here.”
    “Tell me that the next time you cash your quarterly dividend check.”
    “Stop talking about money.” Mitchell whacked the cane against a post. “We’re talking about getting your priorities straight.”
    “Madison Commercial is a success because I’ve had my priorities straight all along.”
    “If you’d had ’em straight, you’d have been married by now. I’d have me some grandkids.”
    “Don’t tell me how to run my life, Mitch.”
    “Someone’s gotta do it.”
    “And you think you’re qualified?”
    The door opened.
    Gabe went still. He was vaguely aware that Mitchell did the same.
    “Good morning, gentlemen,” Lillian said from the other side of the screen. “Lovely day, isn’t it?”
    Gabe shoved his hand through his hair. Just what he needed.
    There was nothing but acute silence from his grandfather. He wondered how he was going to take this turn of events.
    Mitchell stood transfixed. He gazed at Lillian as if she were a mermaid who had just appeared at the edge of the bay.
    Gabe switched his attention back to Lillian and did a quick assessment. She