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what he was doing.
    The prospect of becoming involved again scared thehell out of her. You’re not getting involved, she told herself. You’re just … oh hell, she didn’t know what she was doing.
    Flynn’s expression caught her attention. God, the man never stopped working. He was listening to Robert’s phone calls, Maya and Natasha chattering about manicures, and Mike talking about the chances of Australia taking the Ashes.
    Robert finished his call and sent Molly off to adjust his target. Eleanor stopped her with a raised hand and a frown. ‘You were told in the safety briefing never to do this. Do not go in front of the shooting line unless all bows are down. Ever.’ Molly meekly went back to her own bow.
    When Eleanor gave the signal they started again. Now they were firing more arrows, and faster. Robert hit the target again and again with careless ease. Even though she didn’t have his style, Summer felt relaxed and managed a respectable number of hits. She decided that archery was something she could learn to do well.
    After a while, everyone had the hang of the basic technique and a competition was breaking out among the men. The only one not competing was Flynn. His arrows never seemed to hit, except as a fluke. Summer took great pleasure in gloating at his lack of expertise.
    Robert’s phone rang again. He answered it, frowning. ‘I told you, Uri, it’s under control. No, I have it all in hand. Another week and it will be sorted.’
    Finally, the lesson was over, with Robert the winner of their impromptu competition. Summer didn’t bother trying to hide her joy when she came a surprisingly closerunner-up. They handed the bows back and Summer led the way into the house, promising champagne to celebrate. All in all, this had been better fun than being a fairytale princess.
    She realized that her shadow was missing and looked around for Flynn. Through the dining room window, she could see that he was still at the range, chatting to Eleanor. He was smiling at the other woman, a warm smile that lit up his face and caused a peculiar twinge in Summer’s stomach. Then, in one fluid motion, Flynn raised his bow and released an arrow. It hit the very furthest target dead centre. Reaching into his quiver, he pulled out an arrow and shot again, striking the target with ease. He nodded and handed the bow back to Eleanor.
    ‘Summer. Where are the champagne glasses?’
    She turned away from the window, and forced herself to attend to her guests, but her thoughts would not obey so easily. Flynn had been hiding his ability to shoot. Why? And what else was he hiding?

    Flynn grinned as the arrow hit the target with a satisfying
thunk
. During the lesson he had been concentrating, as usual, on Summer, her playmates and the open space around them. He hadn’t bothered trying to show off and possibly alert the others to his capabilities. But when he was chatting to Eleanor, he hadn’t been able to resist one decent shot.
    His reputation as a short-sighted wimp was a small price to pay to watch Summer when she was concentrating on her shot and forgetting to be a spoilt societyprincess. He was only a few days into the job, but sometimes she drove him so mad that he had to clench his fists not to shake her senseless. According to Niall’s background check, her father had spent a small fortune on her education and Summer had come top of her class in business school.
    Someone with her talents and connections should be out there working in the real world. But the way she acted, it was hard to believe that there really was a working brain under the cloud of blonde hair. Could one bad experience have really had such a devastating effect on her?
    Despite the fact that she acted like a first class airhead, he had to admit that she was stunning. Those eyes, beautiful as a dark sky, and usually fluttering flirtatiously at every man except him, occasionally gleamed with intelligence.
    Out of habit, he watched the perimeter as he