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with those hazel eyes that saw into her soul and a sensual mouth. Right now, with a hint of stubble shading his jaw, his mouth was a temptation to sin. And god, the man knew how to use it. Summer ruthlessly cut off thoughts of what those lips could do to her, in case she collapsed into a trembling puddle on the rough grass.
    Flynn’s ripped body didn’t do him any harm either. Summer’s mouth dried when she traced the line of hair running down into his cargo pants. It wasn’t fair. She had never seen the man do a single sit-up, how could he have a six-pack like that? Maybe chopping wood was a better exercise than she had realised. She’d suggest it to her personal trainer when she got home.
    At the thought of going home again, of returning to her normal life where she wasn’t being threatened by nutcases with knives, and didn’t need a bodyguard, a pang went through her.
    Oh, Flynn could be a pain in the ass, but when he levelled that commanding stare at her, something inside her quivered and melted.
    Right now, he was examining the other combatants in this game. His narrow-eyed concentration was focused as tightly as a laser beam. What was wrong with her, that even when he was ignoring her, she still resonated to his nearness?
    The chaos on the field resolved itself, with 'giants' squaring off against each other. Summer was torn between watching Flynn, and a sick, car-crash fascination with Reilly. How could the other woman cope fighting against the SEAL she was facing? His fists were massive, more like elephant feet than human hands.
    Fletcher called out something about rules. Once the man on top was dislodged, they were eliminated. Any team still standing could continue to fight until there was only one giant left. He blew his whistle.
    Flynn and Andy were matched against an Australian pair. The man on top was fast and wiry, and did a good job of keeping the Rangers’ attention. But Andy, normally languid and laid-back, displayed a surprisingly vicious punch, and Flynn moved as if he were weightless.
    Boxing had never been Summer’s favourite sport. In fact, it wasn’t even on her list of sports she watched. But now she couldn’t drag her eyes away from the action in the field. She knew that Flynn was an expert soldier. An operator, they called him. But nothing had prepared her for the way he fought. His speed and strength were balletic, so that even while Summer shuddered every time a fist made contact, she couldn’t look away.
    A roar went up from the spectators and she realised that Reilly’s match was attracting attention. The burly man sitting on Hall’s shoulders was in trouble. Reilly was jabbing and punching, her movements like quicksilver, and the man was slower to react. His punches were tentative, and Reilly was taking full advantage. She landed a roundhouse punch that rocked him back.
    Summer punched the air and shouted, 'Way to go, Reilly.'
    Hall’s team-mate regained his balance and they engaged again. Another exchange of blows followed, but Niall danced easily out of the way, before darting in again to allow Reilly to attack with a merciless series of strikes and jabs. The crowd roared as she punched his nose and drew blood.
    'Will you ever nail the bitch?' Hall snarled, his face contorted with rage. Summer shuddered. How could she have ever thought that he was attractive?
    “Bastard,” a Seal beside her muttered under his breath.
    Hall’s team-mate obliged with a sharp blow and Niall staggered as Reilly was knocked backwards. Summer gasped. That blow would have made her scream. Reilly just grabbed Neill’s hair to regain her balance and spat out a mouthful of blood.
    As if he were a horse, she dug her heels into Niall’s ribs to urge him on. Her fists were up, ready to fight.
    Niall sprang forward, but as he got close, Hall stuck out his foot, tripping him. The Ranger stumbled, and Hall kicked him in the back of the knee. He went down hard, his grunt of pain drowned out by the sound of