Page 83 of Secrets Hidden In The Glass

She kissed him. “I’m glad you think so.”

“Let me ask you one more question.”

“Okay.”

“What was going on in your life ten or fifteen years ago?”

“I don’t know.” She puffed up her cheeks and whooshed out a long breath. “Let’s see… Ten years ago I was sixteen, so I hung out with a couple of friends, ran cross-country, or drew obsessively in my room. Fifteen years ago I was probably doing the same, except I played tennis instead of ran.”

“That doesn’t help us much.”

She shook her head. “Not really. How about we make some eggs and forget the whole thing for now?”

“I’m never one to turn down food.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out the locket. “This belongs to you.”

She took it and studied it again as the certainty that she’d held it before came rushing back.

“What are you thinking?”

“That it’s familiar even though it’s not.”

Nate hooked his arm around her shoulders. “Come on, Sherlock. Let’s make some grub.”

She shoved the jewelry into her pocket and wrapped her arm around his waist. “We could always make a quiche.”

“Now you’re talking.”

She walked with him into the kitchen, ready to put their foolish theories away and get to work. Her nightmares had come and gone, but Nate was right here with her in the present.