Absolutely, Positively

Molly continued gently. “That's not the way out. You make things right by balancing the scales. It's not therapy, it's a karma thing.”

    “I don't believe this. Karma? Don't tell me that you're into that kind of mystical nonsense.”

    “All right, you're a man of science, think of it in technical terms. Apply Newton's Laws of Motion. For every action there is an equal reaction. Your father saved your life, and you responded by doing the same for Josh.”

    “What does Josh have to do with this?” Harry asked tensely. “I've never saved his life.”

    “Yes, you have. You saved him from the legacy of the past. It was a legacy that could easily have gotten him killed or left him washed up and embittered like his grandfather. You gave him a future filled with promise. That was a priceless gift, Harry.”

    “All I did was make sure he got an education.”

    “No, you gave him much more than that. You gave him a stable environment. You were a true father to him. You wrestled that old devil, Leon, for his soul, and you won.”

    Harry leaned his damp forehead against hers in a gesture of unutterable exhaustion. “This is a strange conversation to be having in the middle of the night.”

    “Josh isn't the only one you've saved,” Molly said steadily. “From what I can see, you've made a habit of saving Strattons and Trevelyans during the past few years.”

    He stilled. “Now what are you talking about?”

    “Well, as an example, you've made it possible for Brandon to go out on his own without risking his inheritance.”

    “Brandon won't thank me for it.”

    “Maybe not, but that's his problem. I know you've also helped your cousin Raleigh and his wife. I suspect that you had something to do with making it possible for Evangeline to buy Smoke & Mirrors Amusement Company. I have a hunch the list is endless.”

    “Things like that are different.”

    “No, they're not. They're important because they help people.” She smiled up at him. “And you know what? You did save my life today, although it was indirectly.”

    His face hardened. “Don't joke about it, Molly.”

    “This is no joke.” She held his eyes with her own, willing him to see the truth. “I told you that I got an inspiration for using my old toys to save myself from Kendall.”

    “You said you got the idea from a couple of kids.”

    “The children were yours, Harry.”

    “Mine?” Harry was thunderstruck. “I thought I was the crazy one here.”

    “They were your children. I saw them very clearly. A boy and a girl. They had your eyes.”

    Harry gripped her shoulders, his eyes fierce in the moonlight. “Are you telling me that you had a vision or something?”

    Molly smiled tremulously. “Well, maybe it was just wishful thinking.”

    “Wishful thinking,” he repeated blankly.

    “I have a very good imagination. It runs in the family. Along with the streak of curiosity.”

    “Molly—”

    She touched his lips with one fingertip. “I think it's time you thought about having kids of your own. You'd make a really fantastic father. You have an aptitude for the job.”

    His mouth opened. No words came out. He closed it again. Then he wrapped one arm around her neck, bent his head, and kissed her with such seething hunger that Molly went limp in the face of it. Her head fell back against his shoulder.

    She was stunned by the wave of sharp, searing need that rolled over her and through her. It left her weak and breathless. And filled with anticipation.

    Harry was kissing her now the way he had that first night. She felt like a flower caught in a hurricane. She trembled beneath the impact of the storm and sensed the darkness at its heart. She heard Harry groan. She felt his hands close around her waist. The moonlit room spun around her. Her senses were tumbled into chaos.

    The next thing she knew, she was lying flat on her back across the bed. Her legs were splayed wide. The skirt of her nightgown was hiked up to her waist. Harry came down on top of her.

    Molly was intensely aware both of her own softness and of the crushing weight of Harry's body. He was fully, heavily aroused. She felt the unyielding hardness of him pressing against her inner thigh.

    She gasped for breath when he briefly freed her mouth to kiss her throat. She fought to recover her senses, which were in complete disarray. She was swamped by sensation. Frantically she tried to sort out her impressions. There was something in this that was not