Free Dawn in Eclipse Bay by Jayne Ann Krentz Page A

figured he’d wile away many happy hours checking out senior porn sites. Instead, he’s gotten into the habit of e-mailing me every day.”
    Rafe grinned. “Bet I can guess the content of those e-mail notes.”
    “They cover a variety of topics but they all come down to his opinion of how I’m running my business and my personal life.”
    Lillian cleared her throat. “I take it he doesn’t approve of how you’re handling either one?”
    The strong emotion in Gabe’s voice startled her. Whatever was going on between Gabe and his grandfather was more than just annoying to Gabe. It was generating some real pain.
    “No,” he said quietly. “He doesn’t approve.”
    “I’m sorry if you were planning to stay with us,” Hannah said gently. “As you can see, things are a mess. No one can be in here while the floors are being redone.”
    “I know.” Gabe added some of Rafe’s homemade tomato chutney to his curry.
    Rafe watched him expectantly. “So, how long, exactly, do you think you’ll stay with Mitchell?”
    “I won’t be staying with him at all.” Gabe waited a beat. “I rented the old Buckley place.”
    “For how long?” Lillian asked warily.
    “A month.”
    There was a moment of acute shock.
    “You’re actually going to take off an entire month?” Hannah asked in disbelief.
    “I’ll have to make a couple of trips back to town for some events that I couldn’t scrub from my calendar,” Gabe said. “I’m scheduled to deliver the introduction at a banquet to honor one of my former college professors, for instance. But otherwise I don’t see any reason why I can’t handle anything that might come up at Madison Commercial from here. I brought my computer and my fax machine and there’s always the phone.”
    “I don’t believe it,” Lillian said flatly. “Something weird is going on here.”
    “She’s right,” Rafe said. “This is weird. I don’t care how good you are at telecommuting. You’ll have withdrawal symptoms, probably get the shakes or something if you try to stay away from your office for a whole month.”
    Gabe said nothing, just kept eating curry.
    “Damn.” Rafe looked intrigued now. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”
    A sardonic look gleamed in Gabe’s eyes. “You’ve known me all of your life. Ever known me when I wasn’t serious?”
    “No, can’t say that I have.”
    An ominous sensation drifted through Lillian. She stud ied Gabe more closely. Something dangerous moved beneath the cool, controlled surface he presented to the world.
    “This isn’t about getting your sixth date out of Private Arrangements, is it?” she asked. “You were just teasing me with that nonsense. You’re here because you really do want to get away for a while.”
    Gabe shrugged again but he did not argue the point.
    Hannah turned to Gabe. “Is everything okay at Madison Commercial?” she asked hesitantly.
    Lillian was startled by her question. She understood Hannah’s concern. Anyone who knew anything about Gabe, even indirectly, was aware of how much the company meant to him. Impending trouble at Madison Commercial would certainly account for odd behavior on his part.
    But she was very sure that if there were a problem with his business he would be living at his office twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week while he worked to fix it. He would not take a month off and head for the coast in the face of impending disaster.
    “Things are fine at M.C.” Gabe ate more curry.
    “But?” Rafe prompted.
    Gabe swallowed, put down his fork and leaned back in his chair.
    “But, nothing,” he said. “I need a little time to concentrate on something else, that’s all. I hate to admit it, but Mitchell might have a point. Maybe I have been a little too focused on business for the past few years.”
    “Burnout,” Lillian said quietly.
    They all looked at her. Gabe and Rafe had the baffled, blank expressions that were common to the male of the species when psychological