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."

driver perked up at the command and got in, "Boss, where

Harry Rayner's

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

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

who'd dare lay a finger on you?" Conner said with

Annie: "......"

for it, Conner

in, Annie

a late-night

open, a little nail shop, and some small clothing

they reached an alley, Conner called out to the busy

bowls of dumpling

no see." Old Andre beamed. "And

hesitated to guess.

"My fiancée, Annie."

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

"Annie, have a

prepared the soup, he

the kids you're

the

family's second daughter. Guess