“It wouldn’t necessarily look like an antique if it was well maintained. Stop raining on my parade.”

“I wouldn’t think of it. If it’s not down there, I promise I’ll search every rail yard in the United Kingdom and find it for you.”

“You think I’m being foolish.” She made a face. “You’re probably right. But lately I’ve been feeling very close to Fiona. I want to share what she must have felt like on that day when she was rolling the dice and giving up everything she knew to go away with her Farrell MacClaren. It’s strange, when I’ve been fighting all these years to keep her at a distance. Now I feel like I need to protect her.”

“Not so strange,” he said gently. “You’ve been protecting friends, family, everyone in your circle ever since I’ve known you. And through the years you’ve been drawn to Cira, the founder of the MacDuff family, in the same way. Maybe it’s time to admit that you’re seeing a connection between Fiona and Cira and instinctively protecting family.”

“And you say that’s not strange?”

“No.” He took her hand and brought it to his lips. “That’s Jane.”

She was incredibly touched. “Then it’s good that you manage to put up with me. Eve would approve.”

“It’s my pleasure. I look forward to doing it for the rest of my days.” He released her hand. “Not the right time. We’ll go into this later.” He parked the car outside the wire gate. “Let’s go see if there’s anyone minding the store or if we have to break into this place.”

*  *  *

It took them thirty minutes to locate a weathered, gray-haired man who was eating his lunch under an oak tree a short distance from the gate. He identified himself as Tim Fraser, the caretaker of the property, and seemed friendly enough. When they told him they were tourists who had seen the rail yard and wondered if they could get a tour, he was almost enthusiastic. After checking their IDs, he invited them to come inside the gates for tea and scones. “I’m glad to see you. There’s not much to see here, but I’ll be happy to show you around.”

“Are you alone here?” Caleb asked. “Aren’t you bored?”

“Sometimes.” Fraser shrugged. “But it’s an easy job and they send me help when they want me to transfer any of the equipment back to the main border station.”

“Do you have an index of the cars and equipment on hand?”

“Sure.” Fraser pointed to the outer wall of the office building at the center of the complex. “I have to change it all the time when they send me new cars and equipment to repair or exchange. What do you want to see first?”