Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

The next morning, before Anya could even bring up moving out again, the breakfast table was a chorus of objections, making it clear she wasn't going anywhere.

Naomi, hearing that Anya was practically family already, put her foot down. "Anya, Chad can't cook to save his life. Let him figure it out on his own while you stay here with us. Your great-aunt will take good care of you." Hansen chimed in, "Your aunt's left, taking Henry with her. Your uncle will be off soon, too. If you leave, your granddad will be all alone."

Anya couldn't help but protest, "Granddad, that's not what 'left alone' means."

"It's what I say it means."

Later, Chad called Anya. "I'm not even settled yet. You coming here would just add to the chaos."

Remembering Chad's promise, Anya teased softly, "Chad, you said you'd come get me."

Chad swallowed hard. "I will, but only when I can provide for us both. I don't want you to suffer because of me. Stay home and don't complicate things. If you miss me, call, and I'll come get you."

"Well, I miss you now."

"Sorry, bad signal. Can't hear you," Chad said, hanging up.

Anya pouted, "Chad's such a tease-just like granddad."

Meanwhile, Mia, noticing Henry had been spoiled at his grandparents' place and his schedule was all over the place, packed his bags early one morning. She placed them in the back seat of her husband's car and pointed to the baby sipping from his bottle. "Either take him back to my dad, or he goes to the office with you. Just one condition-don't let him sleep all day!"

chose, "Send him to my

himself with a lively grandson and a

the opportunity to tease, "Granddad, guess

grandson, replied, "He's here now, so

up, showered him with kisses, and dashed

his hotel. It had been a while

Bruce picked up a book from a stack on the table, unable to make heads or tails of it. "Is this what you need

the basics I missed," Chad

her son. "Chad, come home. You need a proper environment to study for grad school. Your mom and I can take care

were born-a million dollars. These two cards, from your father and me, add up to over four million with your grandmother's savings. It's all from the coffee shop and savings we put aside for

hearing of their visit, Hansen had retrieved some money saved for Chad from his wife's memorial room and handed it

family had also been generous. Mrs. Cedillo had deposited

the money back. "Mom,

the couch, said, "Take it. If we can't help you in any other way, at least let

salary my uncle gave me; you don't need to give me more," Chad insisted, placing the cards and passbook back

worth it, refusing your parents' help just to spite

and I haven't sunk so

rent, a car payment, and no time for a job