11
Brock took a small bite of mutton from a plate on the table. He had decided to eat a little once he and Rafe started talking. He was still too wound up to sleep right away, even though he knew he needed his rest if they were to finish their mad dash to Gretna Green.
“You’ll have to move fast tomorrow,” Rafe said as though reading his mind.
Brock leaned back in his chair. “Aye. I’m planning on your brother being right on our heels. If we’d had a coach, I would’ve changed horses every four hours the entire way without stopping, but I couldna risk taking the main road.”
Rafe chuckled. “You’re smarter than I would’ve expected.” Brock was struck by the similarities between Rafe and Ashton. In looks alone, the two men were close enough to be twins, yet despite the years between them, they
