She'd taken him by surprise, so for a second his mouth reacted instinctively. Thank God for the small mercy. Thank God she hadn't forgotten how to kiss. Hot. Open-mouthed. Passionate. A kiss that didn't give him an opportunity to think.

"The old bag liked the heiress then," he gasped.

Of course, Flint would not be Flint unless he thought well of himself.

"Oh, she loved her. Take it from me."

"Loved? Sweetheart, that's "

Before he could finish ...