As his eyes traveled over the length of her, she felt as if she’d just been undressed.
“Well, if you don’t want to stand out, maybe you should be wearing a bag or a sack over your head, because your looks make you a standout in any circle,” Brennan told her.
Tiana stared at him, stunned. “Are you flirting with me?”
He spread his hands wide in innocence. “Just stating it like it is.”
“In other words, you’re flirting with me,” she concluded.
Think again, she warned him silently. She didn’t trust men, especially good-looking ones. “You can save your breath,” she told him out loud. “I am much too rich for your blood.”
He laughed softly. Brennan couldn’t help being amused by her efforts to put him in his place.
“How do you know what I can afford? Maybe I’ve got a bulging … billfold,” he concluded suggestively.
Her eyes narrowed. She was going to enjoy bringing the law down on this one, she thought.
Cavanaugh Undercover
Marie Ferrarella
MARIE FERRARELLA, a USA TODAY bestselling and RITA® Award-winning author, has written more than two hundred books for Mills & Boon, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide. Visit her website, www.marieferrarella.com.
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To
My wonderful readers who wanted
To read about more Cavanaughs.
This newest branch
Belongs to you.
And to Alex Yu who
Told me his friend’s name and
Made a character come to life.
Contents
Prologue
On his way home from the neighboring city of Shady Canyon, lost in his own thoughts, Andrew Cavanaugh smiled broadly to himself.
It had been a good, extremely productive and satisfying visit that had lasted a good deal longer than he’d first anticipated. Dusk had come and gone, and evening, with its long, engulfing shadows, had taken up residence along his route, allowing the hint of a fog to tag along, further intensifying the loneliness of this stretch of land.
It wasn’t often that the former chief of Aurora’s police department patted himself on the back for something, but this definitely was one of those rare times. Through his efforts of relentless investigation, he’d not only discovered the missing branch of his family that his father had charged him with finding, but made contact with them.
Contact? Hell, he made arrangements to have the entire bunch—and it was a rather large bunch—come out to his place a week from next Saturday so that they could get acquainted with a lot of family that they hadn’t even realized existed.
Who would have thought that the missing branch of the
