Marry Grinchmas (Moosehead Minnesota Series Book 1)(19)
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ChaShiree M. is 34 years old. She loves to write as much as she loves to help mold and mentor the new generation. You can find her at home in Chicago chilling with her friends and family or trying to find the next book event to go to and fangirl.
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Want to know what’s next in the Moosehead Minnesota Series? Turn the page and fall in love with Sterling and Kennedy in the next novella Cupid’s Kiss.
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Chapter 1
Kennedy
Good grief. I seriously hate traveling with my mom. She is so exasperating and now is no exception. We are taking the bus from Road-to-Nowhere Illinois…. seriously that is what it is called, and going to Moosehead Minnesota. I don’t mind the journey itself. It’s the traveling companion I have a problem with. If she knew how to reign in her ridiculous notions of life and learned how to live in reality, she would be ok. But my mom has delusions of grandeur and my name only proves how far gone she has always been.
Kennedy Onassis Sherwood. Yep. That is what she named me. My grandma, God bless her, was a very boisterous, bigger than life woman. And even bigger than her personality were the stories she used to tell. The one story she never let go of was how she was a distant descendant of the Kennedy Onassis's. She drilled this into my mother’s head her life. Even going so far as to name her Jackie. So my dear old mom, walked around like she was the queen of the trailer park and I her offspring was left to deal with the staring, whispers and pity glances, while she floated in God knows what cloud.
So here we are 20 minutes from our destination and she is babbling away to the man next to her about her “heritage”. Poor man. Better him than me. I don’t have time to worry about her right now because the reason for this trip is my most primary concern. My grandpa Dale lives in Moosehead. He is my Dad’s dad may he rest in peace. His lady friend Greta called me the other day and told me that he was having surgery to replace his hip after a fall a few weeks ago. This instantly made my heart hurt. I didn’t even know he fell. I talk to him once a week and he never said anything. As soon as I got the call I told Greta I was going to catch the first bus out. What i didn’t expect was my mother to join me. “You are my only child. There is no way I am going to let you go traipsing all over the country by yourself.” You would think I was a little kid and not the 22 years that I am.
Finally the bus pulls into the depot and I grab my one bag. I don’t even wait for Madame President to get off. I just step down and start looking for some old guy named Sterling. Greta said she was sending a friend named Sterling to pick us up and take us to gramps so we can get his truck and head to the hospital. Searching through the crowds I see a few older gentleman, but they all seem to have found their person. I swiftly glance past a guy that could easily be on the cover of GQ and even though my heart starts going crazy the minute my eyes land on him, I immediately dismiss that thought cause what would someone that looks like him want with me?
Even from a first glance, I can see I am way out of his league. He looks like he spends most of his days in the gym perfecting his body, which let me tell you, phew, I can totally see where that ‘V’ would lead. He looks tan but not an artificial way, more like he spends a lot of time outdoors. I wish I could see his eyes, but he is too far away. Or his ass. Man I bet he has a great…. “Kennedy. Why didn’t you wait for me? Is our ride here?” And mood killed. “I’m looking mom.” “Well how hard is it to find an old man with a truck?”
This is going to be a long trip. Just as I am about to walk around and look for him some more, Mr. Hottie comes walking toward me. I am so stunned by his sudden advancement, that I literally stop in my tracks, suck in a breath and do absolutely nothing else…include breath. Nice Kennedy. Real smooth.
“Good afternoon. Ma’am and…?” I know I am supposed to be saying something right now, but due to the lack of oxygen, my brain is not computing. Trying to mentally shake my fog away, I look down only to hear my mother say, “Kennedy. Her name is Kennedy ONassis Sherwood and I’m Jackie. None of that ma’am nonsense.” Oh great! Here we go.
He reaches his hand out to take mine and says “Sterling. Sterling Crawford.” Holy crap this is Sterling. It’s only then when I am thinking about how to hide the pink blush from my cheeks that I remember I need to breathe. By then it’s too late. I don’t remember anything else but hearing him say “I got you baby. Don’t worry.” And then everything goes black.
Chapter 2
Sterling
I catch the beautiful girl in my arms before she hits the ground. She is as light as feather. Carrying her bridal style, I look over my shoulder at her mother. “Jesus. I can’t take this girl anywhere. She will be fine. She sometimes forgets to breathe.” Jackie laughs. I don’t know how she can laugh. I am freaking the fuck out. They don’t have many bags and she has already picked them up the ones Kennedy dropped. Kennedy Onassis Sherwood. There has got to be a story behind her name.