Sunny nodded at his necklace.
“Well, there’s Odin, your second name, and then there’s that silver Norse coin that you keep touching every single time you’re extremely nervous, agitated, irritated, or lost somehow.”
“I am not touching my coin all that often,” Magnus countered.
“Yes, you do, Magnus. And then there is the way you look,” Sunny insisted.
“Hmm… And how do I look?”
“Like a freaking Viking… Tall, blond, blue eyes… You are gorgeous… So… if it quacks like a duck…” she said, half laughing.
Man, she was so observant. Magnus tucked the coin beneath his shirt, wondering what else she might have picked up on so easily.
“Tall and blond… I get that from my father’s side,” he told her. “His great-grandfather came to America from Norway… All Karlsen men were as tall as I am, my fath
