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Blurb:
An interracial, medical, high school sweethearts, billionaire romance book. Part 1 in the Meaghan And Dean trilogy.
Top-scholar Meaghan knew that Dean was her total opposite the moment she laid eyes on him. She grew up poor and continued to struggle with money, while he basked in the riches of his billionaire family. Yet, a magnetic attraction defied the boundaries of their two very different lives.
But with Dean’s old-fashioned family standing in their way, their romance never takes off! When destiny takes an unexpected turn years later, Meaghan is granted a second chance with her high school crush. Dean lands in Meaghan’s clinic following an accident, and both come to realize that they have undergone personal growth and transformation since their last encounter.
And this time they’re not able to keep their feelings to themselves… Is this the perfect moment for them to seize the opportunity for love, defying all the differences between them? Or will the collision of their two very different worlds threaten to extinguish the flames of their rekindled connection? Find out in this childhood sweetheart, second chance romance story by Cher Etan.
Chapter 1
“Meaghan!” her mother called as she came in to the trailer at 6am, “are you awake? If you hurry, Mr. Henley can give you a lift to the bus stop. He’s headed out in ten.”
Meaghan pushed the curtain that acted as a partition to her sleeping space aside, “I’m dressed and ready Mama,” she said with a smile. Her mother smiled back at her and flopped on the sofa in exhaustion. The night shift at the hospital really took it out of her sometimes. All the emergencies seemed to happen then.
“How was work?” Meaghan asked.
“Great. We had four GSWs and it wasn’t even the same shoot out. One was a woman who was shot by her husband because she was walking out on him. Two teenagers looked gang-related and one middle-aged guy; shot by the police.”
Meaghan flinched in sympathy and her mom nodded her response.
“Yeah, and that was the fun part. There was the diabetic going into insulin shock because of too many missed meals, and that HIV positive mom who comes in for checkups turned up with jaundice. Fun times.”
“Wow mom, I do not know how you do it,” Meaghan said as she gathered her school books together.
“Frankly my dear, neither do I. I’m off to shower and sleep now so do you need anything?”
“I’m fine Mama,” Meaghan said leaning up to kiss her mother as she passed on her way out. Her mother waved and wished her a good day and then she was off to the shower. Meaghan could see how tired she was. In addition to working full time as a nurse at the general hospital, her mother also worked part time at the grocery store as a clerk. She made barely enough to make ends meet and Meaghan knew that; which was why she was applying for academic assistance to attend Dalton School. She’d taken her test for the interview and had just received the notification that she’d passed and had been awarded a place. Now all she had to do was convince them that she qualified for one of their scholarships. She was ready to work extra hard on this if they would just agree to pay her tuition and maybe give her a small stipend for books. If they agreed with her, then she could tell her mother. She knew how much it would break her mother’s heart if she knew that her daughter wanted to attend a school that she couldn’t pay for. So there was no use in getting both their hopes up. She’d try for the scholarship, if she succeeded then yay. If she failed…well mother would never have to know she’d even applied.
Mr. Henley was waiting for her leaning on his semi as he smoked a cigarette. He smiled when he saw her approach and walked to his door, getting into the truck and pulling open the passenger door for her. Classic rock was already blasting from the speakers of his stereo. Mr. Henley had infected her with his penchant for rock music from the eighties. He had everything from AC/DC to Bon Jovi and he not only introduced her to it, but was always picking up both CDs and Vinyl for her when he went on his trips. She figured that she liked the music so much because listening to it gave her a chance to use her late father’s record player that he’d bequeathed to her. And Mr. Henley was right; the music really did sound better on vinyl.
They talked about the possibility of seeing U2 in concert when they came to town in a few weeks. Mr. Henley thought that he could maybe get tickets but Meaghan couldn’t really afford to buy concert tickets and she wouldn’t take one for free. Mr. Henley tried to make it seem like she’d be doing him a favor if she agreed to go with him but Meaghan’s mama had taught her that there was no such thing as a free lunch. Mr. Henley was nice and all but it just didn’t pay to put any ideas in his head. And going out to a rock concert with him was crossing the line…not that she’d ever seen any evidence that he was into pedophilia or anything but best to be safe rather than sorry.
“Mr. Henley it’s really nice of you to offer but my mama wouldn’t like for me to go out with you like that on my own so I can’t. I’m sorry,” she said.
“Well how about I just give you the ticket and you go on your own?” he wheedled.
Meaghan thought about it, “No. I can’t go on my own, I’m not old enough and I still can’t pay for the ticket.”
Mr. Henley sighed, “Fine then. I’ll just have to record it for you on my video camera. It’s not the same as seeing it live though.”
“I know,” Meaghan said wistfully, “and I really really wish I could go but I can’t.”
“Hey. What if they’re not free? What if you…wash my trailer for me for a month as exchange?” Mr. Henley suggested, very excited at his brilliant compromise.
Meaghan smiled to see him so excited, “I can’t Mr. Henley. I still wouldn’t be able to go because I can’t go alone.”
“And you won’t let me take you,” he sighed in disappointment and was so preoccupied with their conversation that he almost passed the bus stop, “Fine then. It’s your funeral,” he said as he let her out.
“Bye Mr. Henley,” Meaghan said with a small wave.
“You have a good day Miss Sunshine,” he replied with a smile of his own and drove off into the sunrise.
There were some other kids from her school waiting for the bus as well and they greeted her casually but then went back to their conversation. Meaghan was a bright student and she was an apt pupil but that didn’t mean she knew how to win friends and influence people. Being an only child and living more as roommates and friends with her mom rather than traditional mother and daughter meant that she was used to having conversations that didn’t begin with “Like…”
She also had a very clear picture of what she wanted her future to look like and was laser focused on that. It didn’t leave her a lot in common with her classmates. Meaghan didn’t mind though. She had all the friends she needed in Mr. Henley and her mother.
The school bus drew up and the driver got the door open, giving Meaghan a grin. He always grinned at her; he had told her one time that her hair reminded him of Donna Summer in her prime. Meaghan hadn’t known who that was so she’d gone to look her up on yahoo. Looking at the great halo of Donna Summer’s hair in a picture she’d found, she nodded her agreement. Yeah, she could see how the giant pouf she wore her hair in would remind Clarence of this music star. And she was also a tall girl; willowy. The only discordant note was the glasses she wore and her braces. She decided to take it as a compliment. Meaghan had always been a glass half full type of person.
Ms. Lainey was waiting for her as the bus drew up at the school. She was instrumental in helping Meaghan apply to Dalton School and today they needed to prep for the interview that would determine whether or not she got that scholarship. They only had thirty minutes before class began and the interview was at lunch hour. It would have to be enough.
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“Come in Meaghan Leonard is it? Don’t be scared,” the severe looking lady with the tortoise shell glasses said. There was a panel of three people; the severe lady, a pale fat gentleman in a black suit and a pin striped lawyer type with a pince nez. Meaghan wasn’t afraid but a lot was riding on this interview and a lot of thought went into every step she took. That might have made her appear a bit tentative but Meaghan wasn’t sure that was entirely a bad thing. Might make at least one of these panelists sympathetic. As long as she was articulate and convincing. Meaghan prayed that she would be convincing enough. Heaven knew there were enough people waiting to take her place if she wasn’t.
“You applied to this school to join our high school next year did you not?” severe woman asked. The other two panelists were just staring at her.
“Yes I did,” she replied nodding her head once. In honor of the occasion, she’d tied her hair in a tight bun at the back of her head. Ms. Lainey had helped her with the style; she’d said it made her look more serious.
“And you passed and have been accepted?” Severe asked her again.