The Pleasures of Summer by Evie Hunter Page A

trying to keep David, and Lorna as well, from making a colossal mistake, and wanting to keep his former sub’s secrets. ‘She’s not what you think.’
    ‘Oh?’ David sneered. ‘I suppose you are going to tell me she’s not a virgin? Well, prepare for a shock, bro. Neither am I.’
    That pulled a reluctant laugh from Flynn. He knew that David was far from being a virgin, but Lorna was a different matter altogether. She had a taste for extremes that he couldn’t imagine his brother ever satisfying. Not only was it likely to crucify David when he discovered the truth, it wasn’t fair to Lorna either. She shouldn’t have to settle for vanilla when she was used to dark chocolate with extra chilli. She deserved better.
    ‘Like you?’ whispered the little voice in his head which urged him to cut David out and put his collar back on Lorna. He knew all her buttons and he knew he could bring her back to him. It’s better to break them up now, not wait until they’re married.
    The last time he had met her, Lorna had watched him, not David.
    But first he had a job to do. And a spoilt little rich girl to protect from her own actions.
    How much longer would this job take? The last phone call from Niall had told him to get back to full strength and wrap up the O’Sullivan job as soon as possible. When he was fighting fit again, Niall had a gig waiting for him, one that involved the sort of work Flynn liked best.
    So what if I love to blow shit up? That’s not a crime, is it?
    He focused on the job at hand. Summer was up tosomething. He knew it. The knowledge was like an itch he couldn’t scratch. Flynn had become convinced that the airhead heiress act was just that, an act. The woman who had been so competitive on the archery range was not the sort to spend all day lazing around getting her hair and nails done. She was up to no good, he would bet a month’s pay on it.
    He checked the security camera, but there she was, curled up in bed. As he studied the grainy image in the small screen, he frowned. Normally, just looking at Summer caused an unwelcome surge in his libido. A flutter of those ridiculously long lashes, a flick of her hair, the sway of her hips, all were guaranteed to send the blood heading southwards.
    Summer alone in bed should have done something to him. God knows he had imagined her in his bed often enough. Why was the picture of her sleeping like a baby not turning him on?
    He looked closer. She was very still. The mic should have picked up something. Maybe there was a malfunction. He headed upstairs to check for himself. He would just stand at the door, he assured himself. He absolutely would not go into the room and check her for fever. That would be unethical and damnably stupid. Just stand at the door.
    The room was silent. Too silent. As soon as he eased the bedroom door open a crack, Flynn knew he had been tricked. The room was empty. The little bitch had given him the slip.
    A certain reluctant admiration for her cunning mixed with fury and aggravation.
    Now he had to find her.
    He knew it was wasted effort, but he tore through the house, searching for her. No sign. He rang her mobile phone and wasn’t surprised when it immediately went to voicemail. Didn’t matter, he had his lead.
    ‘Niall? Check the location of a phone for me, would you?’ He rattled off Summer’s number. He had only seen it once, but he was good with details.
    He drummed his fingers impatiently while he waited for his friend to come back with the co-ordinates, then realized what he was doing and stopped. What the fuck was wrong with him? His icy coolness under pressure was legendary. It wasn’t as if Summer had been abducted. She had deliberately given him the slip so she could play hooky. But a nagging sense of urgency would not be denied.
    ‘Here you go,’ Niall’s voice was as calm as usual. Nothing ever ruffled that guy. ‘The phone is at number 13 Bruno Street in London. It’s listed as a private club, but there