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  When she looked at him funny, he laughed and said, “You’ll understand why shortly. As I said, the library and facilities are beyond belief. And the living is mostly free.”

  “I’m still having a hard time grasping that,” she said.

  “Still knocks me down at times as well,” he said, laughing.

  They dropped off her rental car and caught a cab back to an apartment complex near the river.

  Actually, from what little she could see of it, the complex looked far, far more upscale than any apartment complex she had ever seen. In fact, she had no doubt this was a high-level condominium complex built next to the river.

  He paid for the cab as they climbed out in the shaded parking lot of the complex. She thanked him and he just said it was no big deal.

  “But wait until you see this place,” he said, indicating she should follow him toward buildings hidden among pine and oak and willow trees and among flower beds filled with various flowers of different colors.

  It was now almost eleven and the sun was warming up the air and making the sweatshirt just too much.

  She pulled it off and tucked it under her arm as they walked along a winding sidewalk. From what she could tell, each building was made of dark-painted wood and were two stories like a suburban home, only with fences and trees between each building. It quickly became clear that each building was only one unit.

  The parking lot for the building had very few cars in it and spread for a long distance along the buildings. And the buildings seemed to be scattered and staggered along a hillside over the river so that each one would have a private deck to sit and look out over the river.

  “My place is building #8,” Zane said, pointing to the right as they reached a junction in the wide sidewalk and turned away from where he had pointed. “I booked you into building #14 if you want to take it.”

  “I thought you said these were apartments,” she said, shaking her head at the beauty and tranquility of walking under the trees past the well-maintained lawns and shrubs and private two-story homes.

  “Surprise number four,” he said, laughing. “But that’s what everyone at the institute calls these places. I kid you not.”

  “Places like this would rent in my area for far more than my annual salary,” she said as they turned on a private sidewalk leading under more trees and to a building.

  “They wouldn’t be cheap in this city either,” Zane said. “But the institute wants us researchers to be comfortable in all ways while we work.”

  “I’m still dreaming,” she said. “But promise me you won’t pinch me and wake me up.”

  “I’d be afraid I would wake myself up,” Zane said, reaching the large carved wood front door and stepping aside.

  She looked at him, puzzled.

  “Your card opens your door,” he said. “Mine wouldn’t work here.”

  She fumbled at her small tablet carrier and pulled out the institute card, its gold letters over her name seeming to glow.

  “Face up,” Zane said and pointed to an almost unseen slot beside the door. “Slide it in and take it out.”

  She did as Zane said and heard a click.

  Zane indicated she should go in.

  She tucked her key back in her bag and pushed the large carved wood door open and stepped inside.

  The entryway was about the size of a small bedroom and had brown stone floors, tall ceilings, and a large mirror on one wall across from a closet clearly used for coats and boots.

  There was also a bench and a stand to put keys and such with fresh flowers on the stand.

  An archway from the entry area showed a sunken furnished living room, a massive stone fireplace to one side, and a view out over the river that was worth more than Belle wanted to think about.

  “Welcome home, Dr. Russell,” a soft female voice said. “Welcome Dr. Thomas. If there is anything I can get for either of you, please just ask.”

  “Thank you, Goldie,” Zane said.

  She looked at Zane as the door behind them closed automatically with a click.

  “The complex is called The Gold Rush Village,” Zane said, smiling. “So the computer that looks out for all of our places we all call Goldie.”

  “Not monitored or recorded in here?” Belle asked, suddenly worried.

  “I was worried about the same thing at first,” Zane said. “So I had a tech guy at the institute who was here before me and also lives here, run me through the system. If you ask for something to be done or shout for help, you will get a response. Otherwise there are no cameras, no recording devices, nothing. Just a computer system guarding us all and taking care of the houses.”

  “Wow,” she said. “Yet another surprise.”

  “We’re just getting started,” Zane said, laughing.

  And for some reason, that was starting to worry her.

  CHAPTER SIX

  June 9th, 2020

  Boise, Idaho

  ZANE LET BELLE explore her new home while he sat in one of the big cloth chairs in the living room. The ceiling in here was high, with wide windows looking out over the river beyond.

  There were three large overstuffed chairs, a love seat, and a couch in the living room, with a stone fireplace dominating one side of the room. Everything, including the soft carpet and drapes, was done in various brown tones that seemed to complement the wood trim and the dark wood deck beyond the window.

  After a few minutes, Belle joined him, coming back down the open wood staircase and going through the living room and to the state-of-the-art kitchen on the other side of the living room.

  She didn’t say a word.

  Zane doubted there was much she could say.

  The kitchen had a counter with bar stools. The counter was open and looked out over the living room. A polished wood dining table with four chairs was tucked to one side of the kitchen in an alcove with windows that also looked out at the river.

  The granite counters seemed to match the stone of the fireplace and the cabinets were also a light brown.

  This place was almost identical to his place, just flipped so that his kitchen was on the other side.

  Finally Belle came down the two steps into the sunken living room and dropped into a chair beside him facing the river. He just stared at her beautiful face and long brown hair and trim body as she looked out over the river.

  He let the silence just last, since more than likely she needed time to gather her thoughts.

  Finally, she looked away from the view and turned in her chair to face him. “You are saying this place is mine to use while I am doing my research?”

  “It is,” he said, doing his best to not get lost in her wonderful gaze. “I’ve added some personal details to my place and some pictures of caves I have explored and such on the walls, but past that my place looks almost the same as here.”

  “Why three bedrooms?” she asked.

  Zane shrugged. “Guess if you have guests or something. Each bedroom in mine has its own bathroom.”

  “Yeah, up there as well,” she said, pointing up to where the three bedrooms were. “So what’s the limits on staying here?”

  He shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t think there are any, but you could ask Director Parks. I’ll be going on a year this fall and never thought to ask him, to be honest.”

  She nodded and looked back at the river.

  “So you like it?” he asked. “Would you want to live here while doing your research? The main library is about a half mile along the path, up river to the right.”

  “I like it more than I want to think about liking it,” she said. “I’ve been trained to think that something too good to be real usually is too good to be real.”

  Zane nodded. He understood that completely. There was no doubt she was concerned about the funding of all this and sooner, rather than later, she was going to need a real explanation of the money behind the institute.

  “I decided that until they dropped the other shoe,” Zane said, “I was going to take
advantage of the opportunity to work on my next book.”

  “So why were you working the front desk?” she asked, turning again to face him.

  “Honestly,” he said, “Director Parks said he needed people with credentials to greet new arriving guests. I am free to research from a computer there, and since only about three people a week come through the door, it didn’t get in the way at all. And he pays me more than I would make teaching for sitting there for fifteen or so hours per week.”

  “Wow,” she said, laughing. “And it makes sense, actually. It sure impressed me when someone of your credentials greeted me.”

  “Now you’re just blowing smoke,” he said laughing and trying not to show how happy he was that she thought he was impressive. “No one usually knows anything about me or my work. So you must be a fan of caving.”

  She looked into his eyes and nodded. “Very much, but haven’t had the time or the money to do much besides a few tourist caves.”

  “Maybe that can change,” he said.

  He then stood. “Let’s go get you checked out of that hotel and your stuff back here and then get some lunch.”

  “Going to need to buy food and things like that later on,” she said, as she stood as well.

  “Grocery store about a block down the river. Your institute card gets you anything you want there for free.”

  “You have got to be kidding me?” she asked. Then she laughed. “I am saying that a lot, aren’t I?”

  “I am not kidding,” he said. “I agree that this all seems to be too good to be true. But so far, it is true.”

  “Wow, does this place have some serious funding or what,” she said, following Zane toward the door.

  That he could not disagree with.

  And when she discovered why, it would make sense.

  If she accepted that time travel existed.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  June 9th, 2020

  Boise, Idaho

  BELLE SAT ACROSS a wooden table from Zane in the moderately crowded Brooks Garden Restaurant just after noon. Around them plants and wooden barriers gave each table a sense of privacy even though the place was full of people taking lunch breaks from their offices. The high ceilings and the barriers and enough plants and small trees to start a greenhouse kept the noise down.

  She instantly loved the place more than she wanted to admit. The smell of garlic and fresh baking bread seemed to just drift between the trees and plants and made her mouth water. She was hungry, more than she had thought.

  “This place seems great,” Belle said as they got seated. “And it smells wonderful.”

  “One of my favorite places,” Zane said. “It takes the institute card as well without so much as a blink of the eye. But it’s the longest walk from the institute of any of the restaurants that take the card, but that I don’t mind.”

  “So how do you keep in shape here for the caving while you are doing the research?” she asked, staring into his dark eyes.

  He shrugged. “That path along the river is wide and a fantastic running path, so I try to get out running most days for a few miles. Clears out the cobwebs on the research problems. And I do a lot of walking. And the apartment complex has a weight room I use a few times a week. How about you?”

  “I try to run every day,” she said. “And I think I’m going to enjoy the fewer hills here.”

  A waiter came and took their order, then she and Zane chatted about their research and the books they were working on until lunch was served. Belle had ordered a Cobb salad and fresh, soft breadsticks came with that smothered in butter. The salad was larger than anyone could ever eat alone, but she was so hungry, she planned on making a decent dent in it.

  Zane ordered a chef’s salad and it was just as big, if not bigger.

  “So do you enjoy teaching?” Zane asked.

  She shrugged. “It’s a job and they let me alone to do research on my off time. But it swallows a lot of time and energy. I wish my books would just pay my way at some point.”

  Zane looked up from his salad at that, slightly surprised. “I would have guessed you enjoyed it.”

  “Oh, I did for the first few years,” she said. “But all my attention is on the books now. And working on the genetics and genealogy side of things. That’s really starting to become important to me, so I get distracted.”

  “Know that feeling,” Zane said, nodding.

  After a moment of silence as they ate, Zane glanced up at her again. “Mind if I ask a personal question?”

  “Since we’re going to be researching my family together,” she said, laughing, “I don’t think any question is off limits.”

  Besides, she really wanted to get to know Zane and she wanted him to get to know her as well. She had only met him this morning, but she could tell already the attraction was very real.

  “You married or have a boyfriend?” Zane asked, then quickly went back to eating.

  “Nope,” she said, laughing and happy that he had asked that question bluntly. “I was serious for a few years with a guy after I started teaching, but that’s been over for a few years now. Never married. How about you?”

  “Married once,” he said. “Way back in undergrad. No kids. The marriage lasted a couple of bumpy years before we decided to go back to being friends. Now I’m an eccentric uncle to her two kids with her second husband.”

  Belle was thrilled that he was single. And he seemed to be pretty happy that she was as well. She decided to just take a more direct approach.

  “So when your babysitting duties with me are finished, are there rules at the institute about researchers fraternizing?”

  He looked up and smiled at her and her heart damn near joined her salad in her stomach.

  “No rules that I know of,” he said, smiling that smile she could really, really come to enjoy.

  “In fact, the institute has very few rules except that we don’t tell anyone about the place. And I don’t feel like a babysitter in the slightest. Just a colleague who hopes to get to know you better.”

  She loved the sound of that answer more than she wanted to admit.

  “So, colleague,” she said, smiling at him. “Where would you suggest we go from here after lunch?”

  “I was thinking that if you have records of where your great, great grandfather was buried, we go visit a grave and get started that way,” he said. “You can often get all kinds of information from the other graves around an historical grave. Then we go back to the institute and look around there and talk more with Director Parks.”

  “Sounds perfect,” she said. “I have the name of the cemetery. So do you want to tell the director our plans?”

  Zane shrugged and said, “Might as well.” He pulled out a cell phone. A moment later he was talking with Parks, giving him an update of the morning and their plans.

  She watched him talk, not really listening, but instead just studying his handsome features, the slight shadow of beard growth, the shape of his ears, everything.

  She had no idea why she was so attracted to Zane, but she sure was.

  After a moment, Zane hung up and put his phone away.

  “One of the founding members of the institute is going to pick us up out front in fifteen minutes,” Zane said, sounding sort of shocked, “since we don’t have a car. And take us to the cemetery, then back to the institute.”

  “Wow,” Belle said. “Who is it?”

  “Honestly,” Zane said, “Parks didn’t give me her name and I have never met any of the founding members of the institute. Until that conversation, I didn’t even know there were any, since from what I thought, the institute was founded way back around 1880 or something.”

  “Hard to be a founding member wouldn’t it?” Belle asked, looking at the puzzled look on Zane’s face.

  “More than likely I heard him wrong, but your arrival here has certainly triggered a bunch of stuff,” he said. “I have never heard of anyone, myself included, that didn’t take days to be accepted into the ins
titute.”

  “I thought that was fast,” she said. “So Director Parks did not make it a habit to come talk to interested researchers the first time?”

  “You are the first,” Zane said, shaking his head and taking a final bite of his salad before pushing it away.

  “I wonder why I caused such a stir,” Belle said. She really was worried about that. She had been invited, she knew that, for some job offer. But still, this seemed fast and sort of puzzling.

  And she was still very worried that all this seemed just far too good to be true. What had she accidently tripped into?

  “I say we take the direct approach and just ask the director when we get back what is bothering you,” Zane said.

  “I love that direct approach idea,” Belle said. “In more things than just the institute.”

  He laughed and clearly agreed.

  She took one last bite of the wonderful buttered breadstick and then pushed her salad and the breadsticks away. “I think we better get a bill and head out front. We don’t want to make this mystery woman wait.”

  “A founding member,” Zane said, smiling at her and laughing. “She’s got to be almost too old to drive at this point.”

  “You would think,” Belle said, laughing.

  He laughed as well, smiling at her.

  Damn she loved that smile of his.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  June 9th, 2020

  Boise, Idaho

  ZANE AND BELLE were standing near the front door of the restaurant near the valet parking. The road in front of the restaurant was four lanes and one way and busy now during the lunch hour.

  Zane had used his institute card to pay for the lunch and add a tip to show Belle what her card could do as well. The cashier hadn’t even blinked an eye. It was as if he was taking a regular credit card.

  Director Parks saying that a founding member of the institute was going to pick them up had him very worried. He knew, from his history and research coming back here from the future, that there were fourteen founding members, one of whom was Parks.