The Strong Silent Type. Marie Ferrarella

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      She’d gotten him.

      Gotten to him with her nails-on-chalkboard-grating cheerfulness and her over-the-top optimism. Because Cavanaugh seemed to care about everything and everyone, she’d somehow managed to get to him. To burrow her way under his skin and take up residence.

      He didn’t want to be gotten.

      He wanted to continue just as he was, being a dedicated detective working the cases he was assigned. He didn’t need a social life. Just work, just the feeling that somehow, some way he was making the slightest bit of difference by tilting the balance between good and evil to the plus side just a fraction.

      That was all he needed.

      But now, with this woman—his partner—buzzing around in his life like an annoying hummingbird that wouldn’t fly away, he needed more.

      Wanted more.

      Wanted her, he realized with a shock.

      The Strong Silent Type

      Marie Ferrarella

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      To Jessi and Nik, who grew up much too fast.

      Love, Mom

      MARIE FERRARELLA

      This RITA® Award-winning author has written over one hundred and twenty books for Silhouette, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide.

      MEET THE CAVANAUGHS…

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      Detective Teri Cavanaugh loves a good conversation, but she loves a challenge even more. Can she get her gruff partner, Jack Hawkins, to warm up to her? Or will this sexy and oh-so-serious man show her a thing or two about his philosophy of less talk and more action?

      Retired police chief Andrew Cavanaugh loves his children and hides from them his secret quest to find his long-lost love. Fifteen years ago his wife disappeared, and Andrew won’t give up hope that she’ll come home….

      Rose “Claire” Cavanaugh went out for a drive fifteen years ago and found herself with a new identity and no recollection of her past. Can a kindly, handsome man who claims to be her husband bring her back to the fold?

      Let’s not forget other members of the Cavanaugh brood:

       Callie (Racing Against Time, IM#1249),

       Clay (Crime and Passion, IM#1256),

       Patrick (Internal Affair, Silhouette Books)

       and Rayne (Dangerous Games, IM#1274).

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Epilogue

      Chapter One

      There was no recognition in the woman’s eyes.

      Try as he might to will it there, Andrew Cavanaugh didn’t see even the slightest hint of acknowledgment that he and she had grown up together, that the teasing and name-calling of two shy adolescents had masked the growing attraction they shared for one another.

      There was no indication on her face that she remembered they had gotten married straight out of high school and that soon afterward, while he struggled to make his way up through the ranks of the Aurora police force, they’d been blessed with children. Five in total.

      No indication that she even knew who he was or that he’d spent the past fifteen years of his life searching for her, praying that she’d somehow managed to escape the watery grave that had claimed the vehicle she’d been driving that day.

      She was Rose, his Rose, he was sure of it, even though the name tag on her uniform proclaimed her name to be Claire. She didn’t belong in this diner. She belonged home.

      With him.

      With her family.

      She was his Rose, even though her hair was a little less blond now than he remembered. Her eyes were still as blue and her shape as supple as the day he first made her his wife.

      He could feel his heart aching as the woman walked by him again, then paused and retrace her steps.

      “What will it be, mister?” the woman called Claire asked in Rose’s voice.

      He desperately wanted to answer, “You,” then demand to know how she could look at him and not feel what he was feeling, not throw her arms around him the way he wanted to throw them around her. All his training as a policeman, as a detective and then as the chief of Aurora’s police force strained to hold him in check. To keep his hands from grasping her shoulders and shaking her until the clouds lifted from her eyes.

      “Just a cup of coffee,” he told her.

      He watched as “Claire” placed a cup and saucer before him.

      She smiled, wrenching his heart further, and asked, “Cream?”

      He took his coffee black—he always had. Why didn’t she remember that?

      Patient, damn it. You’ve got to be patient, Andrew silently insisted.

      He watched her slender fingers spread out on the counter as she waited for his reply. And then he knew what he needed to do.

      “Yes, please.”

      With a nod of her head, sending her soft dark blond hair bobbing, the waitress placed a small metal container filled with cream beside his full cup. Then, reaching into the freshly cleaned utensils, she plucked out a teaspoon and placed it next to the container.

      Leaving him with his coffee and his memories, she went to

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