Viking Claim (The MacLomain Series: Viking Ancestors Book 2) Read Free Page B

mind was going wacky as she tried to cope with Megan’s loss. Had to be.
    Determined to unlock her muscles before they tightened any further, she hopped in the shower. But despite the hot water sluicing over her body, tension only grew as her dream again and again rose up. The steam was like billowing snow over the cliffs. The water hitting the tiles became an echo of waves crashing against rock.
    This was one hundred percent crazy .
    Finished in no time, she cut off the water, dried and got dressed, opting for black skinny jeans and a form-fitting, sage green cashmere sweater. Then she dried her thick brown hair until it fell softly around her face. After adding just a touch of make-up, she grabbed her now cold coffee and headed back down to the kitchen. Amber and Sean sat at the table, munching away. Perched on a bar stool, Veronica pulled on her black two thousand dollar suede, just-below-knee, fur trimmed boots.
    “Come eat,” Amber said. “There’s plenty of food.”
    Veronica went to the sink, dumped out her coffee and refilled her cup. “No thanks. I’m not hungry.”
    “C’mon. You’re way too thin.”
    “Necessary evil that comes with the job,” Veronica reminded her as she grabbed the stones out of the box and stared out over the bay.
    “Whatever you say, Sis. You’ve always had a good appetite and none of it ever ended up on your hips."
    No, she supposed it hadn’t. Amber was right. But it seemed like the thing to say. The truth was her stomach was in knots and she doubted food would stay down. Veronica rarely dreamt but when she did she soon forgot it. Not this time. Instead, she kept replaying everything that had happened over and over again.
    Somebody knocked on the front door.
    “That must be the lawyer. I’ll get it,” Veronica said, pocketing the stones.
    About the last thing she expected to see when she opened the door was a tall, intensely good looking man. With dark hair and pale smoky blue eyes, he was immaculately dressed in a black business suit covered by a black wool jacket.
    “Hello. I’m Grant, Sean’s lawyer,” he said with a Scottish burr.
    Okay . This was weird. Where had Sean found a foreign lawyer? For Christ sake, he was a fishing boat captain.
    “Hi, I’m Veronica.” She let him in. “Have you got a last name, Grant?”
    If she wasn’t mistaken, he had to think about that for a moment. “Yes…Seavey.”
    Uh huh. That didn’t sound right at all but what did she know. When they entered the main living area, Sean and Amber greeted him. It seemed Sean had found Grant via Google and this was their first time meeting. Amber seemed just as baffled as Veronica as they eyed the Scotsman. But although he seemed out of place, Grant was every inch the professional as he pulled paperwork from his briefcase and they sat around the island.
    “Would you like something to drink?” Amber asked him.
    Grant shook his head. “I’m fine, thank you.”
    So they got down to business and less than an hour later, everything was signed and Sean officially owned the house and property. Grant was organizing the paperwork when he said, “Be verra careful if yer going out. I just came down via the Park Loop. Roads are messy.”
    “I’ll bet.” Sean arched a brow. “The Park Loop?” He looked at Veronica. “Funny, Raven’s Nest is right off that.”
    “Is it really?” There was that odd chill again.
    Her thoughts twisted and turned as Grant shouldered into his jacket then shook their hands. “I’ll be in touch soon, Sean.”
    “Thanks again.” Sean escorted him to the door.
    All the while the ravens flickered in her mind’s eye. The coast. The cliffs. The longitude and latitude.
    “Grant. Wait.” Veronica knew this was nuts, but opportunity had presented itself and she couldn’t help but take advantage. When he paused and turned back, she said, “Any chance you’re going back the way you came?”
    “Aye, I am.”
    “Super.” Veronica pulled on her jacket then grabbed