The following is the third installment of my original romance novel, The Time Seekers.
Sam pulled out of the parking lot of the Physics Café and onto the street. Normally, she thought to herself, I’d be worrying about my first day of work, especially with the reputation of this jerk.
But she couldn’t stop thinking about her experience at the café. She’d never fainted before in her life. So why now? That whole morning had been nothing less than bizarre. The old lady dressed in distinctly Eastern European attire – a babushka, a plain dress and even an apron over that, just like her grandmother used to wear, she thought.
Where did she come from? One moment I was standing alone, or so it seemed. And the next thing I realize this woman is pushing a necklace – and a quite beautiful one at that – into my hands. And what did she say when she gave it to me? “It’ll bring me luck and keep me safe.”
And then what did Sofia warn me about her? “She travels through time in a way we don’t understand.” And then exactly where did I go? The memory was never vivid, but it’s fading fast. It’s beginning to feel like it was just a bad dream.
As she drove closer to the site, her mind shifted its focus. Her first day of work. She had applied for a three-month stint on an archaeological dig that would hopefully uncover something of value about the history of the area. The dig was aimed at revealing some secrets specifically about 19th century history.
That little old lady also seemed to know I was “digging in the dirt,” as she said. How did she know that? Then she thought about Peter, her best friend from Ohio State. Of course, she said. Peter arranged all of this. What a prankster he is. He said he knew quite a few people on campus. He even said he knew a bunch in the theater department. How silly of me not to recognize a Peter prank from the very beginning.
She was headed to the Allen House, once a stop along the Underground Railroad in antebellum Ohio. While she had excellent credentials to be a member of the dig, having a bachelor’s degree, plus a professional published paper in archeology, as well as hands-on experience, she was still nervous.
No, it wasn’t the work itself. It was her supervisor. He was notorious for not hiring women on his dig. For what reason, she wasn’t sure, but she was determined she was going to work on that dig.
She had just finished her master’s degree in history at Ohio University and travelled north to Bell Wyck to work with Prof. J. Jordan St. Clair. The added perk was the opportunity to work on the site.
Hearing through the academic grapevine of this professor’s reputation, Sam decided to tempt fate. She sent her CV using her legal name Sam Mores, but never mentioned she was a woman.
She knew he would see the name and just assume (ah, how she loved that word!) that she was a man. Under that slight, well, let’s just call it a limitation of the truth, she thought she was a shoo-in for the job. Her only worry was that he would want to meet her in person.
Thankfully that never happened. He hired her sight unseen without even so much as a phone interview. The stars were aligning for her.
Before she knew it she was at the Allen house. There was an area to the left of the house where she saw other cars parked. She pulled her car in here. She quickly grabbed some money out of her purse and ran up to the front door.
She opened the door and stepped in. She walked in and saw who she presumed to be the supervisor of the . . . .
“Oh my God,” he said, “it’s you.” “What are you doing here?” he asked her.
Terry Newman is the author of the romance novel, Out of Character, published by Crimson Romance (www.crimsonromance.com). The book is available in both ebook and print versions. You can purchase the ebook wherever quality ebooks are sold, including Amazon.com, the Barnes and Noble web site and itunes. The print edition is currently being sold by Amazon.