Raven was unexpectedly quiet and he didn’t coax her into conversation but let her take the lead. “How do you know Shar?” she finally asked, nibbling on chunks of pineapple and papaya. “He showed up about four years ago when I was in Afghanistan. Did me a favor and when I said I owed him, he told me he’d take me up on it when the time was right. After that, we’d run into each other every so often.” “Did you know then what he was?” She looked down, her loose hair spilling around her face. Brady shook his head. “Not until later. “ “Many men would have run from him.” “Yeah, well, I’ve been called crazy in my time.” “What did he tell you about me?” She still concentrated on the sweet fruit. “Not much. That you’re his stepsister, I can’t see the family resemblance anywhere, by the way, and that you were basically taking a vacation before assuming some family duties.” His stomach twisted as he uttered the last words. After twenty-four hours he already knew he didn’t want to give her up.
