Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Coleen let out a long sigh. "Chad's the only one I never lose sleep over. Molly, though she's always the family's biggest handful." She'd hoped that now Molly had found her people, things might finally settle down for the Byrne family.

No such luck. Now her son had come home half-blind and brought Molly right back with him.

Round and round they went, and somehow, Molly always landed right back under their roof.

Speaking of trouble, Molly herself was sitting cross-legged on the bed, locking eyes with her son. "Wayne, we need to have a talk."

Wayne looked up at his mom, already plotting his escape. He turned and started crawling away.

Molly just reached over and hauled him right back. Chad, freshly showered, came out to see the two of them stuck in a standoff.

He couldn't help but laugh. Honestly, what kind of serious talk could you have with a kid like Wayne—the same kid who once ate dirt on a dare?

Chad got ready for bed and flopped down, watching his wife and son's negotiation drag on.

Eventually, Wayne passed out mid-lecture, lips still in a pout.

Molly huffed, "I'm talking to you, Wayne! Are you even listening?"

shot Chad a look and jabbed a finger at Wayne. "You see this? He's

toss him in with the

carried off to Henry's

Henry was curled up like a little dumpling. Andre sat nearby, gently rubbing his son's tiny arm,

cheeks. "Maybe a little, but he's just growing up-running around

brought in Henry's toy race car for the night. During

kid! Grandpa's spent fifteen years on

dare crash into them-go easy

heart nearly gave out, but disaster was narrowly avoided-grandson's driving skills

later, it was, "Hey-who broke my porcelain planter?" Hansen asked, pointing

the caretaker, shrugged. "You'll have to ask little Leo about that

in crime-was

grabbed Leo by the hand-didn't even get his shoes off first-and

shoes warily. Why did Dad always have a new

as possible,

hurting your little treasure."

where was