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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, he hasn't.”

    “Harry's father, my Uncle Sean, used to own an amusement show,” Josh explained.

    “Those days,” Harry said softly, “are long gone.”

    “Don't let Aunt Evie hear you say that,” Josh cautioned. “She's already pissed off enough as it is because of the way you turned your back on your heritage.”

    “What heritage?” Molly asked, enthralled.

    “Good question,” Harry said.

    “Come on, now, Harry, I'm shocked at your lack of respect for the Trevelyan traditions.” Josh turned to Molly. “Trevelyans have been doing carnival psychic acts and motorcycle stunts, telling fortunes, throwing knives, and racing cars for generations.”

    Molly was dumbfounded. The notion of Harry Stratton Trevelyan, Ph.D. and all-around know-it-all as a descendant of a long line of carnies, stuntmen, and race-car drivers was mind-boggling. “This is a joke, right?”

    “It's no joke,” Josh assured her. “Look at me. I'm carrying on the proud tradition, myself. At least until the end of summer. I go back to the University of Washington in the fall.”

    “What's your summer job?” Molly asked.

    “I set up and operate rides in the Smoke & Mirrors Amusement Company,” Josh said. “Aunt Evangeline owns the business. Several members of my family work in it. My grandfather travels with the show, too.”

    “Your grandfather?”

    “Right. Grandpa's been involved in racing all of his life.” Josh glanced briefly at Harry. “Smoke & Mirrors is doing a fair in Hidden Springs at the moment. There's stock car racing in the evenings. Grandpa is one of the best mechanics around. He works in the pits.”

    “I see,” Molly said. “Where's Hidden Springs? I don't think I've ever heard of it.”

    “That's because it's so well hidden,” Josh said smoothly. “It's about an hour's drive from here. North and slightly east toward the Cascades. Farm country. Smoke & Mirrors always does well there. The poor townies haven't had any real excitement since