The Critchfield Locket by Sheila M. Rogers Page B

the spell by placing the locket in his hands.
    “This is it, this is the one.”
    The shopkeeper looked him up and down. “What did you say your name is?”
    “I didn’t, I apologize. I am Nicholas Critchfield. This locket has been in my family for generation s. It was never supposed to go to auction.” His eyes pleaded with the shopkeeper to understand.
    Kate gripped the counter for support, her knees threatening to buckle under her. What is going on?
    “Are you OK?” Genuine concern flashed across his face.
    “Yes, thank you. I just need to get some air.” Kate turned and left the shop.
    Nicholas paid the shopkeeper for the locket despite her protests that he didn’t need to. He made his way out of the shop and spotted her walking down the sidewalk towards a cafe. He quickened his pace to catch up to her. “Hey, um, can I buy you a cup of coffee?”
    Kate stopped and looked between him and the café. Releasing the breath she didn’t realize she had been holding, she nodded her head. “I’d like that. By the way, my name is Katherine Dickson, but friends call me Kate.”
    “Nice to meet you Kate and please, call me Nick.”

About the Author
    Sheila Rogers left the business world of accounting to pursue her artistic passions. She is an avid reader, a writer, a digital designer, a video game enthusiast, and a lover of photography. After spending most of her life in Florida, she now resides in Chicago with her husband, daughter, and one very spoiled cat. You can contact her through her blog at: http://sheilamrogers.blogspot.com/