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."

up at the command and got in,

Harry Rayner's food

the dead of night. She'd heard it

Officially, you're a

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

Annie: "......"

a break for

few steps in, Annie began to see

late-night salon,

a little nail shop, and some small

out

bowls of

no see." Old Andre beamed. "And who's this?"

hesitated to guess.

"My fiancée, Annie."

taking in the mismatched stools like the ones Henry had, and the folding

sat down, "Annie, have

Harry prepared the soup, he

the kids

the

daughter.