“Well, how about talking about those?” Joanna asked, pointing at the row on the other side.

“You’ve shown great restraint,” David said, chuckling as he headed to the row of roadsters, sports cars, and vintage racers lining the opposite wall. “When Mr. Kane began this collection, he was only interested in limousines and touring saloons, but as new members began joining his club, showing off their high-end speedsters, he soon joined their ranks.”

“I can see that,” Joanna said, eyeing a royal blue racer with “Marmon Missile” painted down the side. “Marmon Missile?”

“It’s a 1929 Racer, and believe it or not it can go over a hundred miles an hour.”

“You’re kidding,” Joanna said, eyeballing the open-air driver’s compartment of the eighty-five-year-old car. “I’m not sure I’d like to try to do that in something that old.”

“It’s more for show than driving now, but it still runs like a champ,” David said as he continued down the line.

The next he stopped beside was a 1929 Pierce Arrow Golfer’s Convertible, and when Joanna questioned the name, David quickly pointed out a small rectangular door in the rear quarter. Opening the hatch, he explained its sole purpose was to hold the owner’s golf clubs. After that was a 1930 Talbot or as David explained, what most would refer to as a Woodie, followed by a 1952 Lagonda Coupe, but then the style of the cars began to change.

The first sports model was a 1953 Jaguar XK120, and while the car’s exterior was black, the interior was blood red and racy. Parked next to it was a silver 1964 Aston Martin DB5. Made famous in the cinema, David opened the driver’s door to point out the corded phone concealed behind a small compartment just like it had been in the movies. Seeing Joanna’s smile, he said, “Don’t worry. No machine guns or ejector seat. We checked.”

Occupying the next space was a car that captured Joanna’s attention and held it for more than just a little while. Lamborghinis have a tendency to do that.

Like several of the cars in the garage, it was also black, but when David opened the doors, lifting them toward the ceiling, Joanna’s eyes grew wide. Other than the dashboard and the carpeting, which were charcoal gray, everything else was covered in white leather. Joanna chewed on her lip for only a moment before carefully lowering herself into the driver’s seat.

“Oh, my God,” she said, running her hand over the steering wheel. “This is amazing.”

“I’d have to agree, and you don’t want to know how fast this one can go.”

“No,” Joanna said, quickly climbing out of the car. “No, I don’t think I do.”