Cavanaugh Watch

Cavanaugh Watch
Marie Ferrarella

The last Cavanaugh to fall…Assistant district attorney Janelle Cavanaugh understood how dangerous working on a high-profile criminal case could be. But when her assignment took a deadly turn, she was given a ruggedly handsome and infuriatingly quiet bodyguard.Detective Sawyer Boone absolutely didn't want to babysit the maddening yet attractive daughter of the chief of detectives. Then Janelle's world came crashing around her, and Sawyer found himself wanting to protect her. Risking his life was part of the job. Risking his heart became quite another matter.

“I don’t need a bodyguard since I’ll be off the case,” Janelle asserted.

“Wayne’s men don’t know that,” Sawyer replied. “Nothing’s changed.”

“Except for everything,” Janelle whispered.

“The only thing that’s changed is your knowledge of the situation. The chief isn’t going to suddenly treat you differently. Your brothers aren’t.”

Janelle looked at him with suspicion. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t,” he replied simply. “I just don’t like illogical behavior.” And he liked the lost look in her eyes even less. “Now get up off the sofa and get out of those wet clothes.”

He watched the smallest hint of a smile bloom on her lips. “Are you coming on to me, Detective?”

She’d caught him off guard with that. Maybe because he had been thinking of her in terms other than just being his assignment.

“When I do, Cavanaugh, you won’t have to ask.”

When. Not if, when.

Dearest Reader,

Here’s the last of them—the last of the cousins—Brian’s youngest, Janelle. I decided to do something a little different in this story, which is why I made Janelle…well, you’ll find out. I don’t know about you, but I’m going to be sad to see this bunch go. During the last couple of years, the Cavanaughs provided a nice haven to turn to when the outside world got a little too crazy. And since I have tied up Andrew’s story, I’ve been thinking that perhaps his younger brother, Brian, needed a lady to call his own, as well. Especially now that all his kids are grown and have found matches of their own. So I’m not altogether certain this is the last you’ve heard of the Cavanaughs after all. We’ll see….

As always, I wish you much love in your lives.

Marie Ferrarella

Cavanaugh Watch

Marie Ferrarella

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

MARIE FERRARELLA

This USA TODAY bestselling and RITA

Award-winning author has written over 150 books for Silhouette, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide.

To Bobbie Cimo and books that have yet to be written.

Fondly, 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

Chapter 16

Chapter 1

To the untrained ear, it sounded very much like a car, backfiring. To the Cavanaugh ear, the noise sounded exactly like what it was.

A gunshot.

The shot was followed by several more rounds, fired in rapid succession.

Standing at the edge of the steps leading to the county courthouse, Janelle Cavanaugh automatically began turning in the direction of the sound, even as it was drowned out by screams and cries of distress and fear. She never completed the turn because, the next thing she knew, she was pushed to the ground so quickly the very air rushed out of her lungs.

Startled, she still had the presence of mind to protect her head as she went down. This kept a concussion from becoming part of her medical history.

A man’s body spread over the length of hers. A heavy body. Heavy, not in the sense that the person on top of her was fat, or even large boned. Just tall and muscular. And damn near overwhelming.

At first, she thought the man had been shot and was slumped over her. But then she felt his breath against the side of her face and along her neck. Whoever this lead weight was, he didn’t breathe like a man struggling for air, or even one particularly taken aback by the preceding events.

“Stay down,” the deep male voice ordered harshly when she tried to move. He made her think of a marine drill sergeant, one who took no prisoners, brooked no nonsense. She wondered if that was to mask his fear, or if he just liked bullying people.