Viking King (The MacLomain Series: Viking Ancestors, Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

with scones, she got someone else entirely.
    Nathan. Her ex-husband.
    Though every muscle in her body urged her to slam the door in his face, she stood there stunned and motionless.
    Good thing for sisters.
    “Are you kidding me?” Veronica held back Guardian.
    “Get the hell out of here.” Amber tried to shut the door.
    Nathan’s foot met the door jamb as he stared at Megan. “Ready to talk now?”
    Megan hadn’t actually seen him in person for nearly three years and was embarrassed by her immediate response. This guy didn’t deserve a gawking stare. He deserved a punch in the face.
    She shook her head. “You need to go. Now.”
    “I’ve been trying to call you for days, Megan.” Though his words were passionate, his eyes were deadly calm. “I take it you saw the newspaper.”
    He’d changed little in the looks department but then she knew that by the newspaper article she’d just seen. “It’s safe to say everyone in Winter Harbor has.”
    “There’s more to this.” Nathan’s eyes flickered between her sisters then down to Guardian before meeting her eyes again. “I remember how much you once loved Viking history. Has that changed?”
    Megan might have imagined a thousand different words coming from his mouth but not those. And while she still wanted to slam the door so hard it chopped off his perfectly aligned nose, she was far too interested in what he’d said. “Talk fast or this door shuts.”
    Amber and Veronica made sounds of frustration.
    “Viking treasure.” Nathan’s eyes remained locked with hers. “Off your shore. I’ll let you lead the first team down.”
    “He’s full of shit,” Veronica said.
    “I second that,” Amber said.
    “Not gold.” Nathan’s eyes narrowed. “But genuine artifacts.”
    “How do you know?” Megan said.
    “We talk alone and I’ll tell you more.”
    “Heck no,” Amber said.
    Guardian growled.
    “I think the dog sees through your crap, Nathan,” Veronica said.
    Amber put a hand on Megan’s shoulder. “Don’t fall for it, sis.”
    “I totally agree.” Veronica put a hand on her other shoulder. “Don’t.”
    Megan clenched the doorjamb as she looked at Nathan. “You’ve had divers offshore?”
    “You aren’t the only one who loves sea treasure, Megan,” he said through clenched teeth. But he soon masked his aggravation and smoothed his features. “Yes, I’ve had divers exploring the Maine and New Hampshire shorelines for years now.”
    “And?”
    He tilted back his head slightly and looked down his nose at her, a gesture she recalled far too well. “And we’ve found stuff but nothing like what’s in the waters in front of your house.”
    “Don’t listen to him,” Veronica said. “This one was always good at saying what you wanted to hear.”
    “Boy, was he ever,” Amber echoed.
    But Nathan had already grabbed her attention and well he knew it.
    “Wipe that smug look off your face and walk around back,” she said softly. “I’ll meet you on the deck.”
    Before he could answer she shut the door and leaned her forehead against it.
    “ What are you doing ?” Amber said.
    “Damn,” Veronica muttered.
    Still, their hands were on her shoulders, a never ending support system.
    Though it felt like her legs were sinking into the floor, Megan knew she could only ever show them strength. That was her role. That was what they expected of her. They needed someone stable and that had always been their oldest sister.
    So with a deep breath, Megan pulled away from the door and strode down the hallway. She shouldered into a jacket and grabbed her coffee. “Veronica, keep Guardian from barking. Amber, keep cooking.”
    Not giving them a chance to respond, she stepped out onto her spacious back deck into the chilly air. Megan chose to lean against the railing overlooking the bay rather than sit when Nathan joined her. As she suspected he would, Nathan stood a few inches too close. He nodded at the ocean. “It’s several thousand feet