“Delivery,” he said, buzzing them in, as he and Graham headed toward the front door to sign for it. They were expecting a packet from Callen and Chris that they needed to sign to gain their portion of the castle in ownership.
Only, when they opened the door, that wasn’t what was there.
The delivery guy wheeled the box up the stairs and to them.
“Delivery for Ravensmire Castle,” he said.
“It’s the painting,” Graham admitted, having forgotten about it. “Thanks!”
Michael tipped him, and the man nodded and headed away.
“You ordered a painting?”
He refreshed his memory.
“Remember the one I said was coming back from restoration? There was something under the painting of Callum.”
He lifted a brow.
“Was there? Sorry. I’ve been distracted,” he said, landing his hand smartly on Graham’s ass.
Jaysus.
That was distracting.
If he wasn’t curious, he’d jump the man, and they could christen the foyer of the castle next.
“Just let me see what they found,” he said, as they began unpacking the crate. “Then, you have my full attention,” he promised.
That worked for Michael.
Taking the note out, he found it was from the restoration historian.
‘Dear Mr. Lainey,
I’ve done the research as my team restored the painting. It’s an accurate depiction of the lady of the manor, Ceit Granndach on her wedding day. It’s original, and quite valuable. I don’t know what fool would paint over it, but it’s been restored.
Thank you for the business, and if you need anything more, let me know.
Sir William Hartely.’
As he finished the letter, Michael was pulling the painting out.
“Don’t drop it. Apparently, it’s one of the few true paintings of Ceit. She was likely covered up when she died,” he admitted.
He was being careful.
“Well, I’m glad she gets to come home,” Michael said. “I’ve yet to meet her.”
Graham stared at him.
“I hope you meant the painting, and not the ghost. We just calmed down here.”
He laughed.
“I meant the painting.”
As Michael pulled it out, he was caught off guard. Only, he didn’t get to say anything.
