Page 19 of Eclipse Bay

“I’d say that would be a hint, yes.”

“Let’s change the subject.” Hannah dropped the menu on the table. “Brad and the kids?”

“The kids are great.” Pamela’s eyes softened and lit up with enthusiasm. “I promised them you’d come to dinner soon.”

“I’ll be there with bells on.”

“And Brad? Did he get that joint appointment at the institute yet?”

Pamela’s smile faded. “We thought we were going to have some excellent news on that front to announce later this month. But now we’re not so sure.”

“Something go wrong?”

“You could say that. The something is named Perry Decatur. As far as we can tell, he’s the one blocking the appointment. He’s been jealous of Brad for years. Probably afraid that if Brad joins the staff at the institute, he’ll be put in the shade.”

Hannah sat back in surprise. “I didn’t know Perry worked at the institute.”

“I thought I told you. He left his position at Chamberlain six months ago. His title is Vice President of Finance and Administration. Brings in big donors. Everyone assumes he’s got his eye on becoming director one of these days.”

Hannah shook her head in wry disgust. “Perry always was a fast talker.”

“Never thought you’d come back here for good.” Jed Steadman sat forward in the wicker chair and clasped his hands lightly between his knees. “Figured that with the way things were between you and your grandfather, you’d want to stay clear of Eclipse Bay as much as possible.”

Rafe stacked his feet on the railing, rocked back in his chair, and took a swallow of beer from the bottle he had brought from the kitchen. “One thing I’ve learned in the past eight years: Never say never.”

“I hear you.” Jed watched a seagull ride a current of air above the cliffs. “Life takes some twists and turns sometimes. I thought I’d be long gone by now myself.”

“That’s right. Your big plan was to get a job as a foreign correspondent with one of the big-city dailies. What happened?”

“A man has to be flexible or he’ll miss out on some incredible opportunities. When Ed Bolton said he would sell theJournalto me a few years ago, I jumped at the chance. As editor and owner, I get to run my own show.”

“A lot to be said for that.”

“You got that right.” Jed slanted him a sidelong glance. “Judging by the Porsche outside, you’ve done okay for yourself.”

Rafe took another swallow of beer. “Managed to stay out of jail.”

Jed gave a short bark of laughter. “Almost forgot. Not doing time behind bars was your big career objective, wasn’t it?”

Rafe raised the beer bottle in a mocking salute. “And here I am today, a resounding success in my chosen field. A lesson for wayward youth across this great land.”

“Exactly whatisyour chosen field?” Jed’s eyes glinted with curiosity. “No offense, but I never heard that you ever actually got yourself what folks like to call a real job.”

“I get by.”

“I’ve noticed.” Jed watched him intently. “There’s talk going around that you maybe found some, shall we say, unconventional ways to accomplish that.”

“You’re starting to sound like a reporter, Jed.”

Jed held up his hands, palms out. “Okay, I get the point. No more questions in that area. Can’t blame me for asking. I am in the newspaper business, after all.”

They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes.

“Heard you and Connie split up a couple of years ago,” Rafe said eventually. “Sorry.”

“It was a mistake.” Jed glanced down at his clasped hands and then looked up. “She went back to Seattle. Couldn’t take small-town life. She’s remarried.”

Rafe settled deeper into his chair. “I didn’t do any better with marriage myself.”

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