Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Molly glanced at her phone as she took it back. "Kiddo, what happened to Auntie's screen? All my apps are gone!" Henry's little fingers had been tapping away at lightning speed, but he hadn't managed to open a single app-just closed everything out.

Henry grinned, his mouth stretching into the cutest, most mischievous smile. His mom just shook her head. "Whenever he gets into trouble, he just turns up the charm."

Not long after, Henry started tugging for a drink.

He toddled over, one tiny hand landing on his aunt's shoulder, the other poking at the screen. "Aunt Molly, I want this one!" he chirped.

"Now that you can talk, you sure know how to ask for things," Molly said, planting a kiss on her nephew's cheek before ordering him a juice.

Since it was rare for everyone to get together and since they'd all managed a clean escape from their guys-they figured this called for drinks.

Given their track record with tipsy shenanigans, the two women agreed: only low- alcohol cocktails tonight. Of course, that didn't stop them from ordering a whole

case.

While scrolling through the takeout options, Mia suddenly remembered. "Hey, Molly, let's invite Annie! I heard Conner's out of town and she's probably bored to death by herself."

"Definitely! The more, the merrier."

They called Annie, who was just about to crash for the night. Lately, she'd been so tired she could fall asleep right at her desk at work. But when she heard a little kid's voice in the background, her energy shot right back up. "Wait, are there kids there?"

than one-three, actually. Come hang

"Text me the address."

Officer Chapman got up, pulled on her jacket, and headed

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"Leo?"

wondering which floor they lived on. Lucky him

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and didn't think much of it. "Sure am." "Let's go up

hit the button for the 38th floor. Leo just

up to lately?

with random stuff,"

shoe rack by the door, lined

Annie knocked.

Anya jumped up. "I'll get it! That's got to

open

squeal. "What's

who'd been playing hide-and-seek in the kitchen, poked his head out, tilting it curiously

stood in the doorway, bottom

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