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?"

already in dreamland. Molly shot Chad a look and jabbed a finger at Wayne.

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got carried off to Henry's

a little dumpling. Andre sat nearby, gently

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

toy race car for the night. During the day, Henry zoomed through the house like

Watch it, kid! Grandpa's spent fifteen years on

dare crash into them-go

out, but disaster was narrowly avoided-grandson's

it was, "Hey-who broke my porcelain planter?" Hansen asked, pointing to a shattered pot in the

shrugged. "You'll have to

usual partner in crime-was quickly summoned

get his shoes off

his dad's shoes warily. Why

pitiful as possible, Henry's eyes filled with

hurting your little treasure."

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