Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Annie's face scrunched up. "Wait, Asher? As in the Asher who built his own army overseas?"

"Yep, that's the one! Annie, you want to go after him? I can help you go

undercover."

Annie looked alarmed. "No way, I'm just a small-town cop. I've never had ambitions to go down in history."

Conner squeezed Annie's hand with a confident grin. "Doesn't matter. If you want to make history, I'll make sure it's written."

"You better not! Conner, you need to be the good guy here, or the engagement's off."

Conner frowned, "Come on, Annie, give me a break. Something a little easier?"

"Alright then, can you just be a decent person?"

Conner chuckled, "Of course."

As he spoke, he tried to pull her in for a hug and a kiss, but she swiftly opened the car door, "I'm heading home."

Conner pulled her back in and shut the door in one smooth move.

"Drive."

command and

Rayner's

how Annie ended up being taken to a dimly lit neighborhood in the dead of night. She'd heard it used to be a

are you worried about? Officially, you're a cop; messing

crime. Unofficially, with me around, who'd dare lay a finger on you?" Conner said with a fierce edge, then

Annie: "......"

she tried to make a break for it, Conner grabbed her and

few steps in, Annie began

late-night salon,

still open, a little nail

Conner called out to the busy Old Andre,

of dumpling soup,

Conner, long time no see." Old Andre

hesitated to guess.

"My fiancée, Annie."

the mismatched stools like the

down, "Annie, have

the soup, he said,

the kids

the

second daughter.