Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia was a whirlwind of activity, generously sharing her meticulously crafted notes with Molly and Anya. "Someday, when you two become moms, you'll find this gold. Soak it up now while it's on the house, 'cause once my little munchkin hits his first birthday, I'm starting a consultancy fee for parenting tips."

Molly arched an eyebrow. "Do you think I can't afford your sage advice?"

Mia shot back a screenshot of a generous bank transfer her husband had made a few days prior. "If you think you can swing it, by all means, I welcome your business."

Jade chimed in with a quick message: Got it saved.

Anya followed suit: Me too, all saved.

Leo teased Anya, "You're only eighteen. What's the rush?"

Anya blinked, her innocent face lighting up. "Right, I'm just eighteen, not even at the marrying age yet. Why am I in a hurry?" But then she impulsively deleted the photo. She paused, reconsidering. "But wait, Leo, what if I need this stuff later?"

She retrieved Mia's photo from the chat and saved it again.

Leo pointed out the obvious: "By the time you're a mom, your phone will be an antique."

Anya felt the weight of his logic, her naivety ensnaring her in a dilemma over a simple photo.

Leo ended up saving Mia's notes for her. "Let's eat, I saved them for you."

"Alright."

Leo always seemed to have a solution or decision ready whenever Anya was in a bind.

"I have to step out this afternoon," Leo said as he planned to drop Anya off at her place. "I'll..."

"Leo, where are you headed? I'll come with you," Anya, ever the tagalong, quickly interjected.

"I'm off to a tech conference. Pretty sure computer talk isn't your cup of tea."

I can wait in the

the memo that Anya

It's a boys' club. If you don't want to head

didn't push. "Okay, just don't forget to pick

"Yeah, let's eat."

toward Maplewood Estates, feeling the unusual quiet next to him.

word and ignoring the turnoff for

you missed the turn," Anya pointed

the conference, find a couch and park yourself there. And don't give out any personal info, not even your phone or laptop password, to anyone there." Anya's eyes widened with

she settled in her seat, bombarding him with questions. "Leo, what are

And keep this to yourself, not a

"Can Auntie or

"Nobody," Leo said firmly.

joy was a mystery to Leo; why was

this like a

the straight shooter, asked, "What, you planning to blackmail me into

that moment, Anya's romantic notions

suburban villa, where Leo registered their details at the guesthouse before pulling Anya,

and led Anya into the living room,

your girlfriend

not my girlfriend, just

She's pretty," another

she was the only woman among

of place, she

on a couch for Anya, and Leo

since you're here, can you

his fingers flying across the keyboard. Anya, feeling bored, accepted

caught the exchange and advised, "You've got

her morning juice, barely touched. She came back and handed Leo his