Page 15 of Eclipse Bay

“Hello, Rafe.”

That cool reserve hadn’t been in her voice eight years ago, he thought.

“Been a while,” he said neutrally.

“Yes, it has,” she said. “I’ve been wondering, did you ever get a life?”

“Depends on your definition. What about you? The five-year plan turn out the way you expected?”

“Not exactly.” She moved one hand in a graceful gesture to indicate the big house. “You’re going to be difficult about this, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

She nodded. “Had a feeling you would.”

She went up the front steps and disappeared into the house. The Schnauzer gave Rafe one last, assessing look and followed Hannah inside.

He found her standing in the solarium, arms folded beneath her breasts. She smiled coolly, but her shoulders were angled. She was braced for battle. When Rafe walked into the glass-walled room, the Schnauzer glanced up from an exploration of a potted palm.

“Nice dog.” Rafe crouched and held out his hand.

“His name is Winston,” Hannah said crisply.

“Hello, Winston.”

With great dignity, the Schnauzer crossed the tiled floor to where Rafe waited and sniffed politely. Apparently satisfied that the proprieties had been observed, he sat back on his haunches and looked up at Hannah.

Rafe got to his feet. “I think your dog likes me.”

She did not look pleased. “Winston is always well behaved. I wouldn’t read too much into it if I were you.”

“Right. Maybe he’s waiting until my back is turned to go for my throat. How long have you had him?”

“A couple of years.”

Rafe nodded. “Outlasted your fiancé, huh? Lucky dog.”

Her mouth tightened. “I’m not here to talk about Winston or my ex-fiancé.”

“Whatever. Want some coffee?”

She hesitated. “All right.”

“Don’t fall all over yourself.”

She trailed after him down the hall into the big, old-fashioned kitchen. Winston trotted briskly at her heels, pausing here and there to investigate a corner or a piece of furniture.

“How did you hear about my engagement?” Hannah asked. Irritation made the question as brittle as thin ice.

“You know how gossip travels between the Hartes and the Madisons.”

“In other words, Aunt Isabel told you.”

“Yeah.” He set the kettle on the stove. “Sent me a note right after the breakup. She seemed delighted. Guess Mr. Right fell a little short in her view.”

Hannah watched him intently. “How long have you been here at Dreamscape?”

“Got in late last night.” He spooned coffee into the tall glass pot.

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