Detective Barelli's Legendary Triplets

Detective Barelli's Legendary Triplets
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She went to bed single… And woke up married!Detective Reed Barelli doesn’t quite know how he ended up married to Norah Ingalls. An instant family wasn’t exactly what he’d planned… Yet the thought of just walking away is unimaginable.

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She went to bed a single mom of triplets...

And woke up married!

Blame it on the spiked punch, or on the legend of Wedlock Creek Chapel. But Norah Ingalls is now Detective Reed Barelli’s wife. The lawman certainly didn’t intend to marry the gorgeous mom of three infant babies; an instant family wasn’t in his plans. Yet just walking away was unimaginable. In this brand-new Wyoming Multiples romance, marriage is just the beginning...

MELISSA SENATE has written many novels for Mills & Boon and other publishers, including her debut, See Jane Date, which was made into a TV movie. She also wrote seven books under the pen name Meg Maxwell. Her novels have been published in over twenty- ive countries. Melissa lives on the coast of Maine with her teenaged son, their sweet rescue Shepherd mix, Flash, and a lap cat named Cleo. For more information, please visit her website, www.melissasenate.com.

Books by Melissa Senate

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Detective Barelli’s Legendary Triplets

Melissa Senate


www.millsandboon.co.uk

ISBN: 978-1-474-07785-9

DETECTIVE BARELLI’S LEGENDARY TRIPLETS

© 2018 Melissa Senate

Published in Great Britain 2018

by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF

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Dedicated to my darling Max.

Chapter One

The first thing Norah Ingalls noticed when she woke up Sunday morning was the gold wedding band on her left hand.

Norah was not married. Had never been married. She was as single as single got. With seven-month-old triplets.

The second thing was the foggy headache pressing at her temples.

The third thing was the very good-looking stranger lying next to her.

A memory poked at her before panic could even bother setting in. Norah lay very still, her heart just beginning to pound, and looked over at him. He had short, thick, dark hair and a hint of five-o’clock shadow along his jawline. A scar above his left eyebrow. He was on his back, her blue-and-white quilt half covering him down by his belly button. An innie. He had an impressive six-pack. Very little chest hair. His biceps and triceps were something to behold. The man clearly worked out. Or was a rancher.

Norah bolted upright. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. He wasn’t a rancher. He was a secret service agent! She remembered now. Yes. They’d met at the Wedlock Creek Founder’s Day carnival last night and—

And had said no real names, no real stories, no real anything. A fantasy for the night. That had been her idea. She’d insisted, actually.

The man in her bed was not a secret service agent. She had no idea who or what he was.

She swallowed against the lump in her parched throat.

She squeezed her eyes shut. What happened? Think, Norah!

There’d been lots of orange punch. And giggling, when Norah was not a giggler. The man had said something about how the punch must be spiked.



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