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genius for invention, she had gotten a full measure of the other infamous Abberwick family characteristic: curiosity.

    And Molly had never been more curious about anything in her life than she was about Harry.

    She scowled at him. “Do you Trevelyans always greet each other in such a heartwarming fashion?”

    Harry looked pained.

    Josh laughed as he sauntered forward. “That bit with the knife is part of an old carnival act that Harry and I run through once in a while just to stay in practice.”

    “Carnival act?” Molly took several deep breaths to finish metabolizing the remainder of the adrenaline in her blood-stream. She looked at Harry. “What you just did was impossible.”

    “Not for Cousin Harry,” Josh assured her. “Fastest hands in the family.”

    “What on earth does that mean?” Molly asked.

    “Pay no attention to him.” Harry put down the teapot. “Snatching a knife out of midair is nothing more than an illusion. My father taught me the routine. I taught it to Josh. Which, upon reflection, may have been a mistake.”

    “My grandfather says Harry's dad had one of the best working knife acts in the business,” Josh said. “Harry knows all of his secrets.”

    Molly glanced at Harry. “It's just a trick?”

    “Yes,” Harry said.

    Josh gave him a reproachful look. “It's a lot more than a trick.” He glanced at Molly. “Hasn't Harry told you about his great gift?”

    “No, actually, he hasn't.” Molly raised one brow. “I have a feeling that there's a lot Harry hasn't told me.”

    “Cousin Harry has the Trevelyan Second Sight,” Josh confided. His eyes gleamed with laughter at Harry's expression.

    “Second sight?” Molly turned back to Harry.

    “Josh has a distorted sense of humor,” Harry said. “Take my word for it, the knife-catching trick is an illusion, pure and simple.”

    “Hah. That's just where you're wrong, Harry.” Josh smiled wickedly. “It's definitely not simple. You gotta be fast. And you're very, very fast.” He winked at Molly. “He's also got the Trevelyan reflexes, y'know.”

    “Fascinating,” Molly murmured. Coming from a family of inventors, as she did, she was accustomed to odd pranks and unusual practical jokes, but this one was definitely unique.

    Harry gave Josh a disgusted look. “Show Molly the knife that she thought she saw you throw.”

    Josh was genuinely horrified. “I can't do that. It's against the rules.”

    “I make the rules around here,” Harry said. “Show her the knife.”

    “Only if you promise that you won't tell Cousin Raleigh or Aunt Evie.”

    “Believe me, you have my word on it,” Harry said.

    “Right.” With a theatrical flourish Josh plucked a gleaming blade from beneath his shirtsleeve. He grinned at Molly. “Now you see it.” The blade disappeared under his cuff. “Now you don't.”

    “Amazing.” Molly was impressed. “I could have sworn I saw you throw it.”

    “That's the whole idea,” Josh said.

    Molly turned to Harry. “Where did you get the knife that you pretended to catch in midair?”

    “From an ankle sheath that he wears,” Josh explained.

    Molly stared at Harry. “Good grief. You carry a knife?”

    “Family tradition on his side of the clan,” Josh said easily. “Show her, Harry.”

    “This is not how I had intended to spend the evening,” Harry muttered.

    Molly watched, fascinated, as he crouched in one of those incredibly fluid movements she had come to associate with him. He calmly slipped the knife into a small leather sheath strapped to his ankle and brushed the cuff of his trousers over it.

    Molly shook her head in wonder. “I never even saw you remove it.”

    Harry shrugged. “You were distracted by Josh's grand entrance.”

    Molly studied him intently. “Are you two ex-stuntmen, by any chance?”

    “Not exactly.” Josh slid Harry a sly glance. “Sounds as though my cousin hasn't told you much about us Trevelyans.”

    “No, as a matter of fact,