Nick Carter and his fiance, Rachel Krueger, walked down Cypress Street, peering into shop windows. He studied his love up and down. The way her hips swayed when she walked, the way her lips moved as she talked, and her eyes ... Definitely her best feature. Pale brown and adventurous, anyone could get lost in those eyes. And of course, her cute brown curls that came down to her shoulders were very lovely too.
He took her small hand in his and looked into the shop window she was pointing at. There was a large array of gowns in it. He shook his head no once he saw the prices and they kept on walking. But he stopped when he saw a gorgeous wedding gown in a window.
"Honey, look at this dress!" he said, pointing at the beautiful jewely gown before them.
"It's beautiful!" she gasped, holding on to her chest. "Let's go in!"
And so they did. But the shop wasn't anything like they'd expected. The place was dark, musty and looked quite old. Rachel walked up to the dress in the display case, feelings the silky material. The owner/clerk of the store walked out of the darkness before them.
"Nice, isn't it?" he asked, referring to the dress.
"Yes, it's beautiful!" Rachel replied. "How much is it?"
"It's not for sale. It was my great grandmothers. I put it in the window to attract customers."
"Well, it certainly worked!" Rachel said, laughing a little. While they chatted about great designers, Nick walked deeper into the store, where there were antiques everywhere. He usually wasn't a sucker for that kinda thing, but he could make an acceptation.
He picked up a small shelf covered with dust. He blew the dust off and studied it. Nice. Nothing special, but nice. He put it down and continued walking. He stopped once he came to a sheet covered object. He took the sheet off, and there before his eyes sat and old desk, seeming to be very old, but if it was polished it could look great.
The clerk walked up to Nick and looked at the desk.
"Nice, isn't it? It belonged to J. J. Harper at least eighty years ago. During the Civil War and everything. A very fine antique," he babbled.
"How much would it cost?" Nick asked, admiring the old wood.
"Eight hundred dollars." Nick's eyes bulged. "It's a very important piece of history, it's definitely not cheap."
Nick nodded. Rachel walked up to him.
"Sweetie, what's this?" she asked, looking at the desk, not really interested.
"It's a desk that's probably at least a hundred years old," Nick replied.
"Oh." She didn't seem the slightest bit interested. "Let's go now, okay?"
"How about three hundred?" Nick asked the man, ignoring Rachel's question.
"Like I said, it's worth much more than that. Eight hundred is eight hundred."
"How about five hundred?" he asked, staring deeply into the man's face.
"Well... alright. Do you have the money now?"
Chapter 2
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