In Time to Love - Time Travel Romance

By Gloria Martin

Caleb was just having a smoke after watching a basketball game at one of his favorite sports bars. That's when he saw the beautiful, red-haired Melina. She was like a dream to him as she walked down the sidewalk. But then, her scarf flew into the street. She chased it, and was hit by a semi. Melina was dying and the only way anyone would be able to save her was by traveling back in time. Caleb was able to do that; he had the unique ability to teleport and even travel through time. Before Melina took her last breath, Caleb jumped back in time, intent on saving her. Though he hadn't realized just how quickly he would fall for Melina. 

**Complete short story, no cliffhangers.**

• Language: English
• Publisher: American Science Fiction Romance Club
• Release date: Nov 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386270881

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In Time to Love

Chapter 1

The drunk guy next to me leaned over to blow his beer-laced question in my face. So who do you think’ll win, huh? Nets or Celtics?

I scrunched up my nose and leaned away slightly while he wobbled in his seat. He had a leathery face from many days working out in the sun. His eyes were an unfocused soupy green color and pointed in my general direction. He wore a black trench coat over a blue work shirt and jeans. His muddy boots kept slipping from the ledge under the bar. I chuckled and then pointed to the flat screen directly in front of us, hanging over the bar.

The Nets man. All day, I said. A few New Yorkers within earshot cheered, and the drunk guy grinned.

Nah. So what they’re up this quarter, all the Celtics have to do is catch up in the last two minutes and they’ve got this, the guy said, slurring his words. The Brooklyn crowd at the bar heard him, and he got booed and pelted with peanuts. I chuckled again.

They’re going to catch up twenty points in two minutes? I said. Not a chance.

I got a huge bet ridin’ on this, I can’t afford to lose it, said the drunk. I shook my head apologetically.

"You shouldn’t have bet on the Celtics man. The Celtics? Really?" I said in disbelief. The guy groaned while he gulped down the rest of his fifth beer.

Guy is gonna get iced, the man on my left said with a laugh. I patted the drunk on his back.

I suggest you start running now guy, maybe you’ll be able to hide from your bookie, I suggested. The drunk guy looked up with wide eyes that were surprisingly alert and he slapped two twenties on the bar top before he bolted out of the door. Three seconds later three huge guys ran out after him. Half the bar was loud with laughter.

I snorted and then paid attention to the screen once more as I brought the bottle of lager to my lips. Got to love this city, there was a never ending supply of entertainment if you knew where to look. With the life I had, I’d just about seen it all.

I’ve been nearly everywhere on the globe, but had no frequent flier miles to show for my kind of travel. I had the ability to teleport. Create my own wormholes and jump through them to any point on the globe. Often the cracks I created in space and time close right up after I travel through, but sometimes I create large pathways that lead not only to a different place, but a different time. I’ve sometimes gone full years back and forward in time; it was wild. Of course I used my gift with as pure intentions as possible. After I set myself up financially I only jump for largely recreational reasons or if I see that someone truly needs help. Like the drunk guy who made the wrong bet.

I haven’t done a good Samaritan act for the week yet, so