Summer in Eclipse Bay

of careless, but his eyes were anything but casual. A dangerous energy crackled there in the blue depths. "Unless you've got other plans?"
    She'd had some plans, she thought. But none of them sounded nearly as interesting as dinner with Nick. Or as reckless.
    "You cooked dinner?" she asked, buying herself a little time to analyze the situation before she did something really, really risky like invite him into her cottage.
    His mouth curved in a rakish grin that showed some teeth.
    "Now, why would I sweat over a hot stove all afternoon when I've acquired a brother-in-law who owns and operates a restaurant?"
    She found herself smiling in spite of the invisible lightning in the air. "Good question."
    "I brought a picnic basket that is stuffed to the hilt with some of Rafe's finest delicacies. Interested?"
    Live it up. Take some chances. Life is too damn short…
    She breathed deep, inhaling the intoxicating vapors of the oncoming storm. "Are you kidding? If Rafe did the cooking, I'm more than interested. I'm enthralled."
    "You know, I always knew that guy would turn out to be useful someday, even if he is a Madison."
    "Where's Carson?"
    "At Dreamscape."
    "Handy built-in baby-sitting setup you've got there."
    "I figure I'm doing Rafe and Hannah a favor by giving them a little hands-on practice."
    She tilted her head a little. "Do they need practice?"
    "Yeah. They're expecting. But don't say anything, okay? They're still in the process of notifying everyone in the family."
    "A baby." A sweet, vicarious joy rushed through her. "That's
wonderful.
How exciting. When?"
    "Uh, you'll have to ask Hannah. I forgot to check the date."
    "How could you forget to ask when the baby is due?"
    "I forgot, okay? So sue me."
    "Men."
    "Hey, I brought dinner. I think that's pushing the envelope of the SG thing far enough, don't you?"
    "SG thing?"
    "Sensitive Guy."
    She arranged the contents of the picnic basket on the glass-topped dining room table while Nick built a fire. Rafe had outdone himself, she thought. There was an array of appetizing dishes including a beautiful vegetable pate, curried potato salad studded with fresh green peas, cold asparagus spears dressed in hollandaise sauce, little savory pastries filled with shrimp, and cold soba noodles steeped in a ginger-flavored marinade. There were also homemade pickles, Greek olives, and crusty bread from the Incandescent Body. A bottle of pinot noir bearing the label of an exclusive Oregon vintner rounded out the menu. Dessert consisted of tiny raspberry tarts.
    "Oh, my," she murmured appreciatively. "This is lovely. Absolutely spectacular. And to think that I was going to fix a plain green salad for dinner. Rafe is amazing."
    "Enough about Rafe," Nick said. He struck a match and held it to the kindling. "Let's talk about me."
    "What about you?"
    "I want full credit for selecting the wine."
    "Well, I suppose I can give you that." She glanced at the label. "It's a very nice wine."
    "Thanks." He uncoiled to his feet, crossed the room, and took the bottle from her. "I'll have you know that I went through almost every bottle of red in Rafe's cellar looking for it."
    "A dirty job, but someone had to do it, right?"
    "Damn right."
    He carried the pinot noir into the kitchen, found the corkscrew, and went to work with a few deft, economical movements.
    A moment later he poured wine into two glasses. He handed one of the glasses to her and raised his own in a small salute.
    "To Hannah and Rafe and the baby," he said.
    She smiled and touched her glass to his. "And to the end of the Harte-Madison feud. May you all live long and happy lives."
    He paused, the glass partway to his mouth, and slowly lowered it. "You sound like you're saying goodbye."
    "I am, in a way." She took a sip of the wine. "I've been in a strange place for the past few months-"
    "Yeah, Eclipse Bay is a little weird, isn't it?"
    "-but I think I've treaded water long enough."
    "You're entitled to tread water for a while after you lose someone you love, you know."
    "I know. But Aunt Claudia would have been the first to tell me to get on with my life." She did not want to pursue that topic, she thought. She turned away and opened a cupboard to select some of the green glass dishes she stored inside. "Mind if I ask what that scene at the gallery was about today?"
    "Any chance I can get away with asking, 'What scene?'"
    "No." She looked at him over her shoulder as she took the plates out of the cupboard. "But I suppose you could