Absolutely, positively by Jayne Ann Krentz

into Harry's eyes and was suddenly light-headed. She said the first words that came to her. “If worse comes to worse, I can always amuse myself.”
    Harry's smile was slow and infinitely seductive. “I trust it won't come to that.”
     
    Saturday morning Harry stood alone in the cool, hushed darkness of the Seattle Aquarium. He frequently came here when he wanted to think.
    He watched an electric eel as it dozed on the bottom of its tank. The creature fascinated Harry. He found it almost as strange and improbable as the fact that he had asked Molly to go with him to Hidden Springs.
    Half an hour ago, driven by a deep restlessness that had made it difficult to concentrate on his work, he had walked down to the waterfront. He needed to think about what he had done the previous evening.
    He had intended to keep his relationship with Molly separate from the complications of his family life.
    The feud between the Strattons and the Trevelyans rarely broke out into open conflict for the simple reason that Harry made certain that the two clans never came into contact with each other. Harry was the only connection between the two families. Both sides had made it excruciatingly clear that they wanted the situation kept that way.
    The Strattons considered the Trevelyans, with the exception of Harry, a lower from of life. They had never forgiven Sean Trevelyan for daring to marry Brittany Stratton, the family princess. The fact that Brittany had run off with Sean of her own free will did not seem to make any difference to the Strattons.
    The Trevelyans took an equally dim view of the Strattons, whom they considered patronizing, effete snobs. In their considered opinion, it was the Stratton influence that had caused Harry's father to turn his back on his family.
    When Harry had initially planned the affair with Molly, he had never intended to expose her to his difficult relatives. He did not understand the impulse that had made him invite her to Hidden Springs, and that worried him. He had spent a good portion of the night thinking about it.
    His brain usually worked in clear, crisp, orderly patterns. The sole exceptions were his occasional insights . The realization that his feelings for Molly might be as inexplicable as those rare, traumatic flashes of knowing disturbed Harry.
    A menacing shiver went through the eel. The creature's cold, emotionless gaze met Harry's through the glass barrier of the tank. Harry contemplated the primitive evolution of the eel's brain with something that could have been envy.
    Nothing was complicated for the eel. There were no messy family problems, no sense of being caught between two warring worlds. No melancholy moods. And no fear of a deep, clawing hunger for a soul-searing bond that could not even be explained, let alone consummated .
    Someone came up to stand in front of the tank. Harry turned his head and gave the newcomer one brief glance before he returned to his contemplation of the eel. He was mildly surprised to see his cousin, Brandon Stratton Hughes.
    “I assume this is not a coincidence,” Harry said.
    “I stopped by your condo.” Brandon pitched his voice very low. He looked quickly around the sparsely populated display room, obviously checking to make certain that no one could overhear him. “Your housekeeper said you had walked down here. Kind of an expensive way to kill a little time, isn't it? That ticket at the front door wasn't cheap.”
    “I've got an annual pass. I like to come here when I want to think.”
    “You would.”
    Harry's relationship with Brandon had never been close, but then, with the exception of Josh none of his relationships with the various members of his family could be described as close.
    He and Brandon had almost nothing in common except a shared gene pool from the Stratton side of the family.
    Brandon was four years younger than Harry. He had the athletic build, blue eyes, fair hair, and aristocratic good looks that had characterized the Stratton