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be notified.”

    “Good lord. Now you're going over the top.” Molly was horrified at the prospect of involving the police. Kelsey would be mortified if her friends were questioned. “Nothing happened. It was just a tasteless prank.”

    “All the same, it might be a good idea to file a report.” Harry broke off at the sound of the front door opening.

    “That must be Kelsey.” Molly sprang to her feet, relieved at the interruption. She went to stand in the arched opening that connected the kitchen to the long front hall.

    “Hi, Kelsey. How was the film?”

    “Molly.” Kelsey's blue eyes widened in astonishment. “What are you doing home this early? What happened to the hot date with T-Rex? Don't tell me he stood you up after we went to all that trouble to find the right dress.”

    “T-Rex?” Harry murmured behind Molly.

    Heat rose in Molly's cheeks. She gave her sister a warning scowl. “Harry is here. We decided to eat in tonight.”

    “Oops.” Kelsey grimaced as she walked down the hall toward her sister. “Sorry about that.”

    “Come and meet him,” Molly said.

    Kelsey peered around Molly. She regarded Harry with grave curiosity. “Hi.”

    “Hello.” Harry got to his feet. “I know I'm going to regret asking, but would you mind telling me where I picked up the nickname?”

    “T-Rex?” Kelsey gave him an unabashed grin. “Molly started calling you that because of the way you tore apart all those grant proposals. And because your last name starts with the letter T. Trevelyan Rex. Get it?”

    “Got it.” Harry slanted Molly a speculative glance.

    Molly closed her eyes and hoped that she had not actually turned the color of a ripe tomato.

    “Hey, didn't mean to interrupt,” Kelsey continued blithely. “I came home right after the film instead of going to Robin's house so that I could finish packing. I'm leaving for California on Sunday morning.”

    “So I hear,” Harry said. “A summer workshop in the sciences?”

    “Right.” Kelsey's gaze fell on the mechanical parts scattered across the table. “What's that?”

    “It's the remains of a very unpleasant little prank that one of your friends played on me tonight,” Molly said briskly. “I suspect either Danny or Calvin. A fake gun was set to fire when I opened the door. Instead of a bullet, a flag appeared.”

    “Weird.” Kelsey walked toward the table. She frowned at the array of parts. “But I don't think Danny or Calvin is responsible.”

    Harry's gaze sharpened. “What makes you so certain?”

    “Well, for one thing, Danny and Calvin both outgrew this kind of stunt when they were juniors in high school.” Kelsey examined the spring mechanism more closely. “And…”

    “And?” Harry prompted.

    Kelsey raised one shoulder in casual dismissal. “This isn't their style. Danny is into computers. Anything he rigged would have been based on some sort of electronic device. Calvin is into chemistry. His stunts always involved chemicals.”

    Harry smiled slightly. “Excellent reasoning.”

    Kelsey beamed. “Thanks.”

    “The workmanship on this thing was sloppy,” Harry said. “Are any of your friends inclined to take the quick-and-dirty approach to their projects?”

    “Well, Robin is a little casual when it comes to building her prototypes.” Kelsey chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip. “But I can't see her setting up something like this. Lucas might have done it. He's kind of young for his age, if you know what I mean. I'll call him in the morning and see if he knows anything about this.”

    “I'd appreciate that,” Harry said.

    “Look,” Molly said firmly, “I'm sure this is the end of the matter. I suggest we all forget about it.”

    Kelsey and Harry looked at her.

    “Anyone for ice cream?” Molly asked with determined enthusiasm.

    Harry glanced at his watch. “I should be going.”

    “Hey, don't leave on account of me.” Kelsey held up both hands and started to back out of the kitchen. “I can vanish upstairs. You'll never even know I'm there.”

    “That's not necessary.” Harry glanced at Molly. “What with one thing or another, I seem to have ruined this evening.”

    “Not true,” Molly assured him. She thought of all she had learned about Harry tonight and hugged the intimate information to herself. “I had a very interesting time.”

    Harry looked skeptical. “In that case, can I talk you into rescheduling?”

    Molly didn't hesitate.