Dangerous Games

Dangerous Games
Marie Ferrarella

Bad girl turned detective Lorrayne Cavanaugh smelled a cover-up on the police force and began some secret sleuthing into a murder investigation. Her friend was accused of killing a young woman, and Lorrayne believed in his innocence. She never counted on the suspect's handsome older brother, Cole Garrison, to get in on her action….Cole had once left town in a blaze of shame, but now he'd returned to save his younger brother from conviction. As Cole followed a trail of secrets, he found an obstinate–and beautiful–detective blocking his path. He and Lorrayne wanted justice and each other as a smoldering attraction pulled them together. But when the fire got too hot, would they survive to take the ultimate risk on love?

“I still have moments of rebellion,” Lorrayne said. “Like now.”

“Now?” Cole asked, the word shimmering between them. He thought of warm moonlit nights and soft, supple bodies. Kisses that went on forever.

Did her kisses do that? Had she ever felt that strong pull that drew a person into the eye of a hurricane? Or had she been like him, seduced by the promise only to be disappointed in the execution?

“What are you thinking?” Cole smiled.

“Nothing that has to do with the case.”

“Yeah, me too.” He took a breath. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes. Slowly he rose to his feet, slipping his hand to her cheek. “Want to get it out of the way?”

“You’re on,” she heard herself whispering.

The moment he kissed her, he was on. Completely turned on.

Dangerous Games

Marie Ferrarella

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

MARIE FERRARELLA

writes books distinguished by humor and natural dialogue. This RITA

Award-winning author’s goal is to make people laugh and feel good. She has written over one hundred books for Silhouette, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide.

To

my readers,

with sincere thanks

for being there

Love,

Marie

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Epilogue

Chapter 1

“Yes, yes, yes, I know,” Lorrayne Cavanaugh declared loudly before anyone else had a chance to comment on the time as she burst into the kitchen. She was still dressing herself, her hair only half dry from the whirlwind shower she’d taken less than five minutes ago. To the eleven people already in the room, she knew she had to look like a tornado searching for somewhere to land. But they were used to that. They were her family. “I’m late.”

“You’re not late, honey,” Andrew told her mildly, setting her plate down on the table. His gray-blue eyes met his youngest daughter’s as she slid into her customary chair. “For lunch.”

Not trusting the watch she’d just strapped on, Rayne glanced at the clock on the wall above the industrial stove.

“Dad, it’s just a little past seven-fifteen,” she protested.

“More like seven-thirty,” her oldest brother, Shaw, corrected. Amusement played on his lips. Rayne had been born six days past her due date and had been habitually late ever since.

Clay, her other brother, reached for a second helping of eggs and bacon. He spared her a fleeting glance. “Give it up, Rayne, we all know you’re going to be late for your own funeral.”

About to refill the decreasing supply of hotcakes, Andrew looked up sharply. As head of a clan that had, for the most part, all found their calling in some form of law enforcement, he took some things far more seriously than the rest of them. He’d been to too many funerals in his time, seen too many good people cut down in their prime and put into the ground.

His eyes swept over the group he loved more than life itself. “There’ll be no talk of funerals at the breakfast table.”

“Right, much better topic at the dinner table,” Rayne cracked. It earned her a chiding look from her older sister, Callie. Though she didn’t move a muscle outwardly, inside, Rayne squirmed. “What, did I miss something?”

Teri, Clay’s elder sister by a minute and a half, a fact she rarely allowed him to forget, laughed shortly. “The way you like to lounge around in bed, it’s a wonder you don’t miss everything.”