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hadn’t told O’Sullivan everything. If he knew just how lethal Flynn was, he would never have invited him into his house.
    While other elite Special Ops divisions boasted about how tough the training was for Navy SEALS or the SAS,the Irish Army Rangers Wing said nothing, but just got on with business.
    O’Sullivan sighed. ‘It’s the worst time to have to be away, but I can’t help it.’
    ‘Can you brief me on the situation, sir?’ Flynn had some details from Niall, but it was good practice to make sure there were no gaps in his information. Besides, everyone lied, and it would be useful to see what O’Sullivan lied about.
    The older man leaned forwards, spinning the computer screen around so Flynn could see it. ‘That bloody crash. The OS723 from Atlanta crashed coming in to Heathrow and seventeen people were killed. The BAA inquiry has already cleared us; it was caused by a wheel which fell off an earlier plane, but do you think the crackpots will believe it? Oh no, it must be my fault. Just because it was a budget flight does not mean we cut corners. Damn it, our pilots are better paid than average. Do you –’
    O’Sullivan was all set to continue his rant, but a look from Flynn pulled him up. He calmed down slightly. ‘Anyway, I have to go to Atlanta for a meeting with the Federal Aviation Authority. I want to expand my operations stateside, but I’m worried about Summer. Especially after that incident last year.’
    Flynn went on alert. ‘What incident?’
    ‘Some guy side-swiped her car less than a mile from here and he didn’t even stop. Not so much as a call to 999. There are a lot of bad feckers around so I don’t want Summer on her own.’
    ‘Why not take her with you?’ It seemed the obvious solution.
    ‘She wants to stay here.’
    ‘With all due respect,’ Flynn was doing his best to be diplomatic, but not sure if he could succeed. ‘This house is a security nightmare. Take her with you or send her somewhere that is safer.’
    O’Sullivan sighed. ‘She won’t come with me. Says she hates Atlanta. And nothing will make her go back to Ireland.’
    ‘You’re her father. Make her do what she’s told.’ It seemed simple enough to him.
    The older man gave him a look of pity. ‘Easy to see you don’t have children. She’s set on staying here so I need someone to keep her safe. Can you do that?’
    Flynn nodded. ‘As long as it’s understood that only Niall Moore can fire me. She can’t. And I get carte blanche to do whatever it takes to keep her safe.’ O’Sullivan nodded, so Flynn continued, ‘I need the plans for this house, the security system, the staff rota, passwords, list of everyone who has access, any other information you have.’
    O’Sullivan got busy pulling files from his computer, grumbling under his breath about the details Flynn demanded. ‘There’d be less fuss for the President.’
    Flynn heard. ‘That was easier. At least she did what she was told.’
    There was a second of shock, and then O’Sullivan laughed. ‘Now I know my little girl is in good hands.’

    Summer slammed the bedroom door behind her. The nerve of him. Marching through the front door as if he owned the place. And he was scruffy. His leather jacketwas worn. His dark jeans were stained with oil and he smelled of fish. What way was that to turn up for a job interview?
    ‘Fish,’ she snapped at her reflection as she tugged her fingers through the tangled mane of hair extensions. For the money they had cost, they should have come with their own personal hairdresser. What had possessed her to go blonde in the first place? She thought it would make her look cute and bubbly, not haggard and high maintenance.
    ‘Curtains and carpet indeed.’ Who the hell did he think he was to speak to her like that? It was none of his business that she hadn’t been to the beauty salon this month. And for him to comment about it like that.
    ‘Arrogant idiot.’ As if he had the slimmest chance of getting