Love on Wheels

By Vanessa Chambers

When Jessica returned to her hometown to attend her grandfather's funeral, love was the last thing she expected to find. But when she gets to chatting with her rideshare driver, Kristoff, they share a connection neither of them could have seen coming. Does the spark between them have wheels — or will the attraction sputter and fade? Jessica knows one thing for sure — she's eager to find out.

"Love on Wheels" is a breezy, standalone short story sure to make anyone feel warm and fuzzy inside. If you're a fan of Hallmark romance movies, you'll love this story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vanessa Chambers
• Release date: Feb 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9798224451760

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Love on Wheels

A Sweet Romance Short Story

Vanessa Chambers

Copyright © 2023 by Vanessa Chambers

All rights reserved.

No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

J essica?

That’s me! I pulled open the door to the Prius and slid into the backseat. As I buckled myself in, the driver — the app said his name was Kristoff — pointed to the rideshare app on his phone. Is this the correct address? he asked. 

I nodded. Yep. The Masonic Lodge.

He nodded and pulled back onto the road. Got a Satanic ritual to get to?

I did a double take. What?

He winced. Sorry. Bad joke. You know, they say Masons are all satanists or whatever … some sort of conspiracy theory or something.

An awkward chuckle escaped my lips. Oh. Well, I’m not a Mason. I hesitated before adding, My grandpa was. The lodge is hosting his memorial service.

His face fell. I’m so sorry, he said. I didn’t mean to—

It’s okay, I said. It was an awkward moment, but it’s not like I was offended. Grandpa John had been old, and his death wasn’t exactly unexpected. I was sad to be losing him, but I wasn’t overly sensitive, either, especially when Kristoff had had no idea of the circumstances of my trip. And don’t worry, I added, offering a sly smile. I won’t let it affect your rating. Or your tip.

He shot me a glance in the rearview mirror and the look on his face was equal parts relief and amusement. Phew, he said. I was sweating. He hesitated a moment, as if unsure whether he should shut up or not. What was your grandfather’s name? he asked tentatively.

I found his query