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."

worries, I can wait in the

the memo that Anya had

boys' club. If you don't want to head home, I

picked up on Leo's reluctance and didn't push. "Okay, just don't forget

"Yeah, let's eat."

the unusual quiet next to him. He glanced

word and ignoring the turnoff for Maplewood Estates, Leo accelerated straight

the turn," Anya pointed

don't give out any personal info, not even your

as she settled in her seat, bombarding him with questions. "Leo, what are you doing there? What's it

keep this to yourself, not a word to

"Can Auntie or

"Nobody," Leo said firmly.

was a mystery to Leo; why was she always

this like a secret between

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

romantic notions

registered their details at the guesthouse before pulling Anya, who was gawking at everything, inside. "Leo, the

into the living room, already

your girlfriend today?"

girlfriend, just

She's pretty," another chimed

indeed, she was the only woman

out of place, she clung

made room on a couch for Anya, and Leo

you

left Anya on the couch and joined the crowd, his fingers flying across the keyboard. Anya, feeling bored, accepted a

"You've got a drink in

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