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asked, interrupting his thoughts. “I could pay you—oh, a hundred dollars a day. Plus expenses if you don’t like expensive restaurants. How about it?”
    Flynn didn’t trust his voice and cleared his throat before speaking. “You don’t know anything about me.”
    She smiled. “I’m a quick judge of character.”
    â€œQuick doesn’t mean good. Maybe I’m your worst enemy.”
    â€œI don’t kiss my worst enemies,” she said softly. “And they don’t kiss me back the way you did.”
    Flynn’s mouth went completely dry. “Miss Davis—”
    â€œI have rules about men,” she said quickly. “I don’t let anybody get too close. I know what I look like—some kind of cheap call girl, right?”
    â€œNot right now.”
    With a wry smile, she ruffled her short hair. “But most of the time I look like a hooker on parade. Believe me, I know. It’s all an act, though. It’s show business. But I’ve learned not to trust men, you see. When I’m all dolled up, I know what most guys are after. But you’re different.”
    â€œMaybe not very different,” Flynn said dryly, thinking about the erotic fantasies he’d already indulged in.
    She laughed lightly. “Yes, different. When I saw you on your motorcycle, you had a look in your eye. Kind of faraway. But definitely trustworthy.”
    Flynn bristled. “Believe me, Miss Davis, I’m not a Boy Scout.”
    â€œLet’s put it this way,” she said hastily. “You looked safe. And you turned out to be the right man for the job today. Couldn’t you stick with it a little longer?”
    Flynn hesitated. “How long are we talking about?”
    Her expression brightened. “A couple of days, that’s all I need to clear up a few things. You could stay here and sleep on the sofa. Please?”
    The sight of her ingenuous smile made Flynn’s heart turn over. With her simple haircut and no makeup, she was even more appealing than the woman who’d kissed him in the street. This one was just as sexy, though. Just as beautiful. And she wore her heart on her sleeve.
    He quelled the response that rose within him and said, “I have to make a phone call first. In private.”
    â€œSure!” She bounded off the sofa and threw her arms around his shoulders. “Oh, Flynn, I really appreciate this!”
    She felt fabulous in his arms—her body lithe and full, her perfume sweet and tantalizing. How could she avoid sensing how turned on he was by her? She brushed another quick, electrifying kiss on Flynn’s cheek and sent a dizzying smile up at him.
    â€œThanks.”
    Then she hurried away to the bedroom and closed the door, leaving Flynn stunned and shaken. He waited until his blood pressure returned to normal before making contact with his superior officer.
    Flynn telephoned Sergeant Dominick Kello, currently in charge of the Torrano investigation within the Organized Crime Unit of the N.Y.P.D. Flynn got through to the sergeant quickly and summarized his situation.
    Sergeant Kello could hardly believe their good fortune. “This is the best break we’ve had in months!”
    â€œI’m not so sure,” Flynn began. “What if I jeopardize the case?”
    â€œWhat case? We haven’t got a case! Maybe you’ll finally get something we can use!”
    â€œBut she seems pretty innocent to me—”
    â€œThis is great!” crowed the sergeant, not hearing a word Flynn was saying. He covered the receiver, no doubt jubilantly announcing the news to the rest of the squad room. Flynn could hear the excited cheers and catcalls of his fellow cops as they heard where he was. Then the sergeant came back on the line. “Stick as close as you can, Flynn. Be her bodyguard, her chauffeur, her frigging costume changer if you have to!”
    â€œI think that would be a very bad