Absolutely, Positively

of that. Your energy was channeled into building up your business because your family needed a stable income. But I think that successful entrepreneurship is a form of inventive genius. Most people fail at it. You didn't.”

    Molly was so stunned by the unexpected compliment that she couldn't think of anything to say. She gazed at Harry, aware of a fierce warmth in her face. He smiled his faint, mysterious smile, and the heat descended straight into her lower body.

    Evangeline glanced from one to the other with a perceptive gaze. “I think that's enough on the Trevelyan Second Sight. How did it go with the old man, Harry? I know Leon's been sniping at Josh all summer.”

    “Uncle Leon hasn't changed a bit,” Harry said. “But he and I arrived at another one of our little understandings. He'll back off. At least for a while.”

    Molly heard the ice in his voice. It sent a small shiver through her, melting the sensual warmth.

    Evangeline seemed blissfully unaware of the dark chill in Harry's words. She winked at Molly. “Harry has a way of dealing with Leon that none of the rest of the family can match. For some reason Leon will listen to him.”

    Molly smiled. “Maybe Harry does have some genuine psychic ability.” She raised her hands in mock threat. “You know, the power to fog up men's minds, or whatever.”

    Harry gave her a disgusted look.

    “Why do you say that he might actually have the Sight?” Evangeline asked with startling intensity.

    Molly leaned back in her chair and shoved her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “It seems to me that Harry changed his own future. And then he changed Josh's. That's got to be a gift of some kind, don't you think? How many people do you know who alter their own destinies and the destinies of others?”

    Harry stared at her.

    Evangeline slanted him a sidelong glance. “You know, I hadn't thought of it quite that way. She's got a point, Harry.”

    “The only kind of power I exerted over my future and Josh's was the power of common sense,” Harry said.

    Molly grinned. “Whatever, it's a heck of a lot more impressive than mumbo jumbo.”

    Amazingly, Harry turned a dull shade of red.

    “Well, now.” Evangeline's mouth curved in a knowing smile. “Let's see about the future of your love life, Molly.”

    “Forget it,” Molly advised.

    Evangeline ignored her. She peeled a card off the top of the deck and laid it down, face up. “Aha. Here's the blue king again. He's not going to disappear, it seems. When he turns up twice in a row, one must pay attention. It means your love life is about to become very interesting.”

    “Coincidence. Or a very skillful job of shuffling.” Molly got to her feet. “I told you, I'm not interested in having my fortune read.” She swept out a hand and scooped up the cards in a single motion.

    “Coward,” Evangeline murmured.

    “No.” Harry laughed as he got to his feet. “She's smart.”

    “Thank you,” Molly said demurely.

    Evangeline spread her hands in a gesture of surrender. “Very well, I give up. If Molly doesn't want to know about her love life, that's her decision. Harry, when do you intend to start back to Seattle?”

    “There's no rush.” Harry glanced at his watch. “I want to say hello to Cousin Raleigh and his wife and a few of the other members of the family.”

    “Raleigh's handling the Ferris wheel.” Evangeline idly shuffled the cards. “A word of warning. He wants to borrow money. He and Sheila have a baby on the way.”

    “I stand warned. Come on, Molly, I'll introduce you to some more of the family.”

    “All right.” Molly looked at Evangeline. “I hope I'll see you again one of these days.”

    “Something tells me you will,” Evangeline said with serene confidence.

    Harry helped Molly gather up her packages. Then he paused beside the fortune-telling table. “Take care of yourself, Aunt Evie.”

    “I will.” She smiled up at him. “You do the same. By the way, I'm going to give you a call next week. I want to talk to you about updating the video arcade. It's one of our biggest draws, and you know how quickly those darn games go out of date.”

    Something indefinable—resignation or perhaps even pain—came and went in Harry's gaze. It vanished immediately, leaving behind a cool, shuttered expression. Molly wanted to reach out and put her arms around him. She wanted to offer comfort, but she was not sure why.

    “You know where to reach me, Aunt