Everything can change in A MOMENT IN TIME.

He's an ex-con; she's his teacher. Will their secret pasts destroy them, or be the key to their redemption? Find out in this second-chance romance.

She opens her eyes and smiles at me. “Aren’t you going to have one?”

“Yeah, sure,” I say. I sound like an idiot – can’t get anything intelligent out when I’m around her. I bite into a fritter and drink more coffee. We both eat another doughnut, but the dish Nic brought is still piled high.

“We can ask Nic for a box; you should take them home,” she tells me as she stands beside the table.

I shake my head and reply, “Naw, I don’t need them.” I drain the last of my coffee and stand, too.

“Why not?” Ms. Macarthur questions, gazing at me curiously, “you have a great body already!”

I blink at her. Did she just say that to me? “Well – – so, do you,” I reply. Did I just tell her I’ve been checking her out? Can I say that to my teacher?

There's a new technology that allows you to view a movie of your unborn baby's future life.

Lina is a drug-addicted dancer who locates the soothsayer's business. The movie she views is A MOMENT IN TIME. Which character is her unborn child?

The woman clears her throat loudly. “Did you read the conditions?” She raps her wizened knuckles against the plaque. “That’s my promise; the rest is up to Time.”

“Time?” Lina repeats. “You make it sound like a person.”

“Did you bring enough?” the woman asks, ignoring Lina’s disbelief. “Fifty gets you inside.”

“Fifty?” Lina groans. “I only have forty. Isn’t there something I can afford?”

The woman studies Lina’s face with the wisdom of true sight. Then, she shakes her head stiffly and responds airily, “Fifty is bottom of the barrel; gets you in – you see what Time allows. After that, it’s up to you.”

I brush a lock of hair off her cheek without thinking. “I hope you’re not sick tomorrow.”

“I’ll be fine; I’m fine now,” she insists.

We pull into her driveway. I toss the driver a twenty and hurry around to open the door for Ms. Macarthur. She grasps both my hands and wobbles to her feet. “You don’t look fine,” I laugh.

“You don’t get an opinion,” she tells me firmly as the cab pulls away.

“Because you’re my teacher?” I question as I steer her towards her porch steps.

“Exactly!” she exclaims as her left leg buckles. Fortunately, I’m holding her arm, so I wrap it more firmly around her waist and she slouches against me. “I’m okay – just these heels. Not used to them…”

“You wear heels every day,” I laugh, helping her climb the steps.

“You should be looking at the chalkboard, not my feet!”

“Good point,” I agree. We’ve reached the top of the stairs now. “Where’s your key?”

“In a very good hiding place,” she responds mysteriously, shaking her purse at me.

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