Love Gone Viral by Meg Napier

Author:Meg Napier [Spencer, Meredith Bond, Meg Napier, Randi Goldleif, Pru Warren, M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Virus, Covid-19, Coronavirus, contemporary romance, gay romance, time-travel
Publisher: Napier Press
Published: 2020-06-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Eastman-Bayer Agro-Tech Industries

Kingsport, TN

17 February 2025

Monday 8:30 am

The drive from Watauga to Kingsport was long and allowed Rosalind time to think. Little Moirae was still broken, so she’d spent most of the weekend going over different calculations. If it wasn’t for work, she’d still be at home going over everything with a fine-tooth comb.

Rosalind drove up to the security gate, simultaneously putting her clear mask on and holding her left wrist out the car window.

James, a robust man who filled the tan long-sleeved shirt to near busting, wore outdated sunglasses and a long dark mustache squashed against his face by the clear mask he was forced to wear. The mask fit almost as well as the shirt. “Beautiful day, isn’t it, Ms. Ellis?”

He was always smiling. Today, his lopsided grin irritated her. “It’s supposed to rain,” she retorted.

His grin widened, revealing yellow, crooked teeth exaggerated by the clear mask, “Better rain than snow, unless it ices.”

She grunted. She’d always liked snow better than rain. She wriggled her wrist. She wanted to get the day over and done with so she could go back home and work on Little Moirae.

“Always in a hurry.” He scanned her wrist and waved, “Have a great day, Ms. Ellis!”

Everyone had to be scanned before entering any building, even grocery stores; although, grocery store scanners weren’t as high tech as government ones. Government facility scans confirmed the person’s name, recorded the individual’s temperature, and even detected common viruses such as colds, flus, and virus mutations. Grocery store scanners only caught the individual’s temperature.

The light above the gate turned green.

She wound her way to the second checkpoint. The second security guard remained in the station. This checkpoint was a vehicle scan. She was motioned to drive into the building. A gate slammed shut behind her. The gate in front of her remained closed until another green light ensured the scan found no unauthorized personnel or objects in her car.

The guards smiled and wished her a good day.

Her job was unpassionate rote work. Rosalind didn’t get to work with particles or use her brain outside of her home lab. Her job was to record whether or not seeds infected by the mutated SARS-CoV-2 virus were growing.

She spent most of her time thinking about Little Moirae. First, they had to get her running again. Alden knew what he was doing, but some of the parts had melted beyond repair. She couldn’t raid the supply closet for a while, not without raising suspicion. She also couldn’t wander around other buildings.

Her only hope was Alden. He could come and go as he pleased. Since he could fix almost any machine known to man, he was given special clearance.

As she fidgeted with the uncomfortable plastic mask, a woman fell in step beside her.

“Hey, Roz.”

Rosalind’s shoulders stiffened. No one except Ashley had ever called her Roz. “Good morning, Miss Harris,” she said.

The woman laughed. Her red hair bobbed up and down in time with her shoulders.

“What?” Rosalind asked.

Wiping tears from her eyes, the short redhead said, “You called me Miss Harris.

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