Eclipse Bay

don’t think I did. I know damn well he killed her and you lied for him.”
    “That’s not true, and I think that deep down inside you know it.” Hannah took a cautious step back, preparing to dart around him. “Please get out of my way.”
    He thrust his face forward, raised a hand, and stabbed a finger at her chest. “Don’t you tell me what to do. Maybe everyone else around here kowtows to you Hartes, but I sure as hell don’t. Far as I’m concerned, you and Madison are both scum.”
    “I’m sorry about what happened to Kaitlin,” Hannah said. “Everyone was. But I promise you, Rafe had nothing to do with it.”
    “He must have screwed you silly to get you to cover for him the way you did.”
    “Stop it.”
    “I hear you’re back in town on account of that big house. Word is Madison wants the whole place for himself. Probably thinks if he does you long enough and hard enough, you’ll turn over your share.”
    Hannah retreated again, clutching her one remaining sack of groceries. She came up hard against the unyielding fender of a big SUV. Dell closed in on her.
    “Get out of my way,” she said very steadily, preparing to make a run for Rafe’s car.
    “When I’m good and ready. I want you to know something. I won’t ever—”
    Dell broke into a yelp as a hand locked on his shoulder from behind.
    Rafe used the grip to spin Sadler neatly out of Hannah’s path. With seemingly little effort, he pinned the big man to the door of the pickup.
    Simultaneously, Hannah heard a low, fierce growl. She glanced down and saw Winston. The Schnauzer stood braced in front of Dell Sadler.
    “She asked you to get out of the way, Sadler,” Rafe said in a very soft voice.
    “Screw you, you sonofabitch. You killed Kaitlin, I know you did.”
    “I didn’t kill Kaitlin. I had no reason to kill her. If you ever decide you want to talk about it, come and see me. But don’t bother Hannah again. She had nothing to do with what happened to your sister.”
    Dell scowled. “Take your hands off me, you bastard.”
    Rafe shrugged, released him, and stepped back. He scooped up the sack of groceries that Hannah had dropped and took her arm.
    “Let’s go,” he said.
    She did not argue. They walked quickly back to the Porsche, Winston marching beside them. When Rafe opened the door, the Schnauzer jumped into the small space behind the seats. He kept his nose close to Hannah as Rafe switched on the ignition.
    Hannah was acutely aware of several curious onlookers. “That little scene will keep tongues wagging for a day or two.”
    Rafe drove out of the small lot onto Bayview Drive. “Told you we’d give the folks a thrill.”
    A short silence fell. Hannah opened her purse and found her sunglasses. She put them on. Winston licked her ear. She stroked him soothingly.
    “Two-timer,” she muttered. “I saw you licking Rafe’s hand earlier.”
    Winston rested his chin on her shoulder and sighed in content.
    “Your dog and I decided not to duel at dawn after all,” Rafe said.
    “You both chickened out?”
    “We prefer to think of it as a negotiated settlement.”
    “Huh. Translated, I think that means that neither of you was willing to exert yourself to do battle in my honor.”
    Rafe glanced at her, his gaze unreadable behind the shield of his sunglasses. “When a guy reaches a certain age, he has to pick and choose his battles. I think it’s called getting smart.”
    “Excuses, excuses.” She peeked into the sack that had landed on the pavement. As she had suspected, the tomatoes were little more than pulp inside the plastic vegetable bag. The lettuce and mushrooms looked badly bruised too. “So much for dinner.”
    Rafe said nothing for a moment. He drove with easy skill, but he seemed to be concentrating on the road with an unnecessary degree of attention.
    “Got an idea,” he said after a while.
    “I’m listening.”
    “Why don’t you and Winston eat at my place tonight? I’ve got plenty of food.”
    Another overture? Maybe he really was weakening. She tried not to look too eager.
    “Seeing as how there isn’t much that’s very exciting in the other sack of groceries, I believe I can speak for both Winston and myself when I say that we’d be pleased to take you up on that offer.”
    “Okay. Fine. It’s settled.”
    She watched him out of the corner of her eye. “You appeared to have some hesitation in putting forth your invitation. Was it such a big deal to ask me over to dinner?”
    He