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!"

"Send him

grandson and

the opportunity to tease, "Granddad, guess you're

grandson, replied, "He's

showered him with

hotel. It had been a while since the family of three had been together, and suddenly,

from a stack on the table, unable to make heads or tails of it. "Is

the basics I

regret, gently tapped the pile of books and papers, his heart heavy. Naomi sat beside her son. "Chad, come home. You need a proper environment to study for grad school. Your mom and I can take care of you." Chad refused, "Mom, I've finally

your grandmother's gift to you when you 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

Chad from his wife's memorial room and handed it over. "Give this to Leo,

generous. Mrs. Cedillo had deposited a million each for her

money back.

If we can't help you in any other way, at least

give me more," Chad insisted, placing the cards and passbook back in his mother's purse. "If you keep pushing this, I'll move and not tell you

worth it, refusing your parents' help just to spite your uncle?"

won't spend it. I can support myself, and I

reasoned, "Chad, you have rent, a car payment, and no time for a job with your