Cara looked again at the bigger man. Darius topped Rafe by a couple of inches and had the broad chest and shoulders of a bodybuilder, compared to Rafe’s leaner, sleeker physique. But the resemblance was obvious in the stunning blue eyes and narrow-eyed glower Darius turned on his brother—an expression she had seen many times on Rafe’s face. “Maybe this was a mistake,” Rafe said. He met his brother glare for glare. “I thought this was a place we could come to get help. Guess I was mistaken.” “That’s rich,” Darius said, “coming from you.” “Okay, that’s enough.” Cara stepped between the two men. She looked at Rafe. “You said this was the safest place you knew, and with people trying to kill us, I’m thinking you might be right.” Before he could respond, she rounded on Darius, taking satisfaction in the momentary disconcertion that flashed across his face. “And you. This is how you treat the brother you haven’t seen in years? Don’t you know how hard it was for him to come here?”
