Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mars shrugged it off. "What's the rush? If you can't wait for me, why not just have another kid with Mom? Hansen had a daughter in his fifties; I bet you could too... Ah."

Roberto smacked the back of his son's head, his hand shaking with anger. "How can you, with that straight face, say such outrageous things? Every day you're envious of Andre's son, and now they're expecting their second kid while you're still drifting through life."

Mars wasn't happy about it. "Well, Andre didn't want to get married at first either. It was his dad who pushed him into it with all those setups."

"Oh, so now you're saying I haven't set you up? Mars, I'll do it right now."

"Dad, dad, no, no need," Mars quickly cut in, standing up. "Dad, I'll go out and find you a daughter-in-law right now. Goodnight, Mom, goodnight, Dad."

With that, he bolted out the door.

Once outside, Mars whipped out his phone, mulling over, "Who was it that just chewed me out?"

Over in the suburbs, Greg had fainted but came to two hours later.

there, waiting for updates. "Greg, who

idea. It wasn't just one person. When

crew?" Kon pressed

again. "Probably not. Havenbrook's got loads of skilled folks forming their own little cliques. Andre's crew are all trained pros; they wouldn't take on random gigs. Besides, I think I might've

realizing Greg might be onto something. "So, how did Andre find out your defenses

question left Greg

onto the Cedillo family, where daily life

filling two bottles with

pouting on his left, not too thrilled, while Henry was on tiptoe on his right, hands gripping the countertop, watching his dadmake

weather's getting colder, drink more warm water. You don't like plain water, so I got you

pouted. "Honey, I

his mouth

at his eager son. "See? If you don't want it,