#Chapter131

Live, laugh, love

Maggie

With Nash informing me of his plans for us, Grammy Gray wanted to celebrate Gray’s style. How might you ask? We’re going parasailing, but I don't enjoy heights. The woman was trying to kill me. So why in the hell would I want someone to pull me up into the air while strapped in a parachute attached to a boat?

Everyone was getting ready to go parasailing while I stood with wide eyes.

“What’s wrong with you?” Grammy asked me.

I opened my mouth.

“Hunny, close your mouth before you catch flies.” She pushed my chin up.

“Grammy, Mags doesn’t like heights, and she hates...