Absolutely, Positively

face and known, without her having to explain, that she had very nearly died in that workshop.

    He had also known that he would have been too late to save her.

    Harry came to a halt in front of Molly. He leaned down and gripped the arms of the chair, forcing her to look up at him. “From this moment until Wharton Kendall is in custody, you are not to go anywhere alone. Is that clear?”

    “Harry, I know you're a little upset over what happened, but there's no need to overreact.”

    “I will walk you to work in the mornings. I will pick you up for lunch. I will meet you after work and escort you back here. Understood?”

    “I promise I won't go home alone again,” she temporized.

    He leaned closer. “You won't go anywhere alone.”

    She bit her lip. “Harry, you'll drive me crazy if you try to make me a prisoner.”

    “Don't use the word lightly. You don't know what crazy is.”

    “And you do?”

    “Some people,” he said very deliberately, “have implied that I may have a nodding acquaintance with the condition.”

    “But I thought we settled that issue. You're not crazy.” She studied him with sudden comprehension. “Ah. You're referring to Olivia, aren't you?”

    “She is a professional,” he said through set teeth.

    “Maybe. But I wouldn't worry about her diagnosis, if I were you.”

    “Easy for you to say,” Harry muttered. “I can certainly testify to the fact that I went a little nuts this afternoon when I realized you weren't home on time and that I had no idea where you were.”

    Her eyes widened. “Now that is interesting, isn't it?”

    “No, it's crazy-making, not interesting. I don't want to go through that again. Ever. And that is why you are not to go anywhere by yourself until Kendall is caught.”

    She pursed her lips, her eyes thoughtful. “When did you first realize that I was in trouble?”

    He was suddenly wary. “I realized you were late around five-thirty.”

    “That would have been about the time that I wished you were with me. I remember thinking your name very, very clearly.”

    “Molly, for God's sake, don't try to tell me that you believe there was some extrasensory perception involved here.”

    “Maybe it was your intuition at work again,” she suggested ingenuously.

    He released the arms of her chair and straightened abruptly. “Are you serious?”

    “Let's look at this rationally.”

    “Now, that would certainly be a novel approach.”

    She paid no attention to his sarcasm. “Tell me, how did you know that I'd gone home to pick up some clothes?”

    “Hell.” Harry resumed his pacing. “Not from any paranormal powers, I can promise you that. It was a perfectly logical deduction under the circumstances.”

    “Hmm.”

    “Don't say that.”

    She gave him a quizzical look. “Don't say what?”

    “Don't sayhmm in that tone of voice.”

    “Okay. But, Harry, in all seriousness, I'm starting to wonder if there is something to this paranormal stuff.”

    “For the last time, I do not have any psychic powers. Even those in the family who believe in the Trevelyan Second Sight don't believe it takes the form of the kind of mental telepathy that allows two people to communicate without words. Not even the original Harry Trevelyan believed he could do that.”

    “Hmm.”

    Harry glared at her.

    “Sorry,” Molly said. “I was just thinking. We're back to intuition, I suppose.”

    “Insight,” he said grimly. “Reasoned, logical insight occasionally gives the illusion of being something more than what it actually is.”

    “So it was reason and logic that enabled you to deduce that I was in trouble at the mansion?”

    “For all the good it did.” Harry shut his eyes and let the stark truth roll through him. “I was too late to make a difference. Too damn late. If you hadn't had that inspiration to hide in your father's workshop and use those old toys to defend yourself, I would have found you—” He broke off, unable to put the rest into words.

    “Yes. It was a useful inspiration, wasn't it?” Molly took another sip of wine. A faraway expression lit her eyes.

    “What the hell gave you the idea to use the mechanical toys the way you did?” Harry asked. “Or was it just a case of necessity being the mother of invention?”

    “What would you say if I told you that I got the idea to use the toys from a couple of children?”

    He scowled briefly. “What children? Are you telling me there were some children