“I’m sure it will,” Jane said. “But Caleb will probably be too busy to let it bother him. He’ll be going after Bohdan. The mission isn’t quite finished.”

“And you’ll be worried.” MacDuff paused. “I don’t have to tell you that no one is more able to take care of himself than Caleb. He’s…remarkable.”

“No, you don’t have to tell me.” And right now, she couldn’t talk any more about what might wait for Caleb when he returned to that monster Bohdan. “I’ve seen what he can do.” Her gaze went back to the painting of Fiona on the wall. “But evidently I’m not going to be able to do anything about it, any more than I can help Fergus or any of your men here at the Run.” Her voice held a tinge of bitterness. “According to both Caleb and you, I’m not equipped for anything more demanding than sitting here and waiting in case, God forbid, someone has to rescue me. And because I’ve been put in a position where you or your men could be hurt if they’d have to do that, I’ll play your game.”

He gave a low whistle. “You’re very pissed off, and now I’m being thrown in with Caleb. I think I resent that, Jane.”

“Tough. That’s because you’re behaving like Caleb, and you should know better.” She added through set teeth, “We’ve been so close through the years. I first came here to trace Cira, the founder of your family, when she fled here from Herculaneum. I helped you find your family treasure and deliver it to the Bank of Scotland. You were there when Eve and Joe were married. There were so many other times we’ve been there for each other. You know damn well I can take care of myself.”

“Sometimes logic doesn’t enter into it,” MacDuff said. “And I can almost sympathize with Caleb in this moment. Unfortunately, you’ve had an even more colorful history with him than with me. I hope you were equally venomous to him last night. It would only be fair.”

“He knew I wasn’t pleased.”

MacDuff shook his head. “But he’s your lover, and you were afraid that it might be the last time you heard from him.” He sighed. “So you stored it up and attacked me.”

She stared at him in frustration. Damn, he was smart. “I didn’t mean…It wasn’t like that. It was just that neither of you will let me—” She broke off as she saw him smile. “I didn’t realize it. I’m sorry. I’ll find a way to make it up to you.”

“I’m sure you will,” MacDuff said gently. “You always do. As I said, sometimes logic doesn’t enter into it.”