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Rayne fell in love with the Scottish Highlands as she descended from the train that afternoon and stepped into the city of Inverness. The train ride from Edinburgh to Inverness had taken five hours, but she’d enjoyed every minute of it. The countryside was defined by high peaks, heathery moors, and serene lakes—or lochs, as the locals called them—which spread across the landscape. Snow covered half the fields and topped the tall hills. The train had carried them through towns that had such delightful names as Boat of Garten and Feshiebridge. Oliver had told her that this far north in Scotland a mass of small villages were all tucked into a wilderness of pine and heather where bitter winters and hot summers divided the year.
Rayne now stood on High Street in Inverness, a cold wind teas
