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attraction to her, not the perfume, Flynt conceded. Because never before had the delicate scent of orange blossoms turned him on.
    He was definitely turned on now. Heat streaked through him, from the top of his head to his feet, pooling sensually, deliciously, inconveniently, deep in his groin. If she were to lower her eyes, she would notice that the fit of his jeans had been altered quite visibly by his arousal.
    Flynt fervently hoped that she wouldn’t see.
    â€œOf course I look strange.” He retreated a few steps, desperately needing to marshal his defenses against her all-too-potent allure. “I’ve just been held at gunpoint, and then got stuck witnessing a nasty family quarrel,” he said flippantly. “It would be strange if I didn’t look strange.”
    â€œYou didn’t look strange till I asked you about sisters and brothers,” Angelica persisted. “I can tell that’s obviously a sensitive subject with you.”
    She took a step closer, and Flynt shifted under theintensity of her gaze. That laser stare of Romina’s seemed to be a genetic trait.
    â€œDon’t give me that psychology junk you learned in nursing school, Angelica.” Flynt did a rather credible imitation of Romina’s rebuke.
    Instead of taking offense, Angelica smiled. And Flynt felt as if he’d been struck by a bolt of sensual lightning. He’d thought she was enticing from the moment he’d laid eyes on her, but when she smiled like that, her eyes bright, her face alight, she was well-nigh irresistible.
    â€œNice dodge, but it won’t work, Mr. Corrigan,” Angelica said, tilting her head.
    She was still smiling, and he gazed at her, transfixed.
    â€œYou’ve had a firsthand look at the Carroll family, now it’s your turn to cough up some personal information about the Corrigans.”
    Was she flirting with him? Flynt clamped his teeth together to keep his jaw from hanging agape like a starstruck idiot.
    And then her words filtered through the sensual clouds and abruptly quashed every amatory feeling. An abrupt transition, akin to being thrown into an icy lake. Which was a good thing, he concluded. He had been too distracted by her appeal, he’d lost his focus on the job at hand. That was unacceptable.
    â€œI’m here to talk about your father, not me.” His lips thinned to a hard, straight line. “To set up the initial meeting between the two of you, and the sooner, the better.”
    Angelica stared at him. His transformation was startling. For a few moments there, his mood had been light, almost playful, now he was strictly business.
    Fortune business. She flinched. “I have no desire to meet—”
    â€œYou didn’t know Brandon was your father, did you?” Flynt lowered his voice and she leaned in closer to hear. “You don’t have to don the family mask, no one is here but me. Be honest, Angelica.”
    â€œNo, I didn’t,” she confessed. “I guess there’s really no harm in admitting that.”
    â€œAny particular reason why you pretended that you knew?” He sounded almost amused.
    â€œI just did, that’s all.”
    â€œBecause you were raised to automatically lie when faced with the unknown, according to your mother’s ‘trust no one’ philosophy?”
    Bingo! He’d hit it. Not that Angelica was about to tell him so. “ Now who’s overindulging in psychology, Agent Corrigan?”
    â€œEx-agent, remember?” he corrected. “And call me Flynt.”
    Their eyes met again, and Angelica felt her pulses jump queerly. He had an unnerving effect on her. A most unusual one. Because when she’d been holding him at gunpoint, when she suspected him of being sent here to investigate them, of being one of the enemy, she’d felt an unexpected, unwelcome sexual awareness of him.
    That had never happened to her before. Being attracted to a man who could