Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia thought back to the tangled mess of relationships she'd left behind overseas. "Yeah, we met up. He probably had something to take care of at school and went back," she said, keeping it vague.

Andre shot her a surprised look—she hadn't breathed a word about Kristen. He couldn't help but smile, a little amused and a little proud.

The truth was, Mia hadn't figured it all out herself. She wasn't about to spill everything to her parents and have them jump to wild conclusions. Besides, whoever this was, it was just her brother's friend. If there was anything worth sharing, Cooper should be the one to say it. If she told their parents, they'd just end up pestering Cooper with questions and make things worse.

Of course, she still planned to keep tabs on her brother.

"Mom, Dad, stop piling more meat on Henry's plate. He gets spoiled enough when he's out and about," Mia teased, eyeing her son's chubby cheeks.

"What do you mean spoiled? You kids have had enough trouble already. Henry's been through so much-how many times has he gotten caught up in something scary? It breaks my heart. Come on, Henry, eat more so you'll grow tall," Madison said as she tried to sneak another piece of meat onto Henry's plate.

Mia swooped in, snagged the meat, and swapped it for some broccoli. "Veggies, buddy. That's where the real power is."

Hansen listened, shaking his head. "Every year, Mia and my little grandson can't seem to stay out of trouble. You two got a curse or something?"

spine. "Dad,

while Hansen waved some kind of smoldering herb around them, thick smoke swirling everywhere. "Just hang on, I asked a master about it-this'll

Mia and Henry. He frowned,

of the smoky bundle had

the smoky spectacle. "Chad, looks like Dad fell for another trick from some street wizard. Old folks these days-so easy to con. You should hand him your business

glaring. "Molly, Chad, get over here and get smoked too.

healthy and the

shook her head hard and hustled her husband toward the car. "Chad,

tough Andre acted at work, at home he

Andre brushed off his suit, then bent down to dust the ashes from Mia's dress. He scooped up his pajama-clad son. "Dad, maybe it's time to block those fortune-tellers

don't understand. This stuff really

you keep this up, Mia and Henry are going to need to see a