Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

A little while later, a military jeep pulled up next to their car. A soldier hopped out and held an umbrella over Mars as he made his way over, slid into the driver's seat, and called out to his team, “Alright, you guys can head back. I've got her."

The soldier outside gave Mars a sharp salute, something everyone in the car noticed—including a couple of Milka's coworkers, who looked at Mars with open curiosity.

Once the door was closed, Mars turned to Milka and said, "I thought I'd make it earlier, but traffic was a nightmare. The rain was so heavy there was a fender bender up ahead, so I got held up. Lucky I came to pick you up-no way I'd let you drive alone in this weather."

He glanced in the rearview mirror at the unfamiliar faces in the back.

Milka explained, “Oh, they're my coworkers. Couldn't get a cab, so I told them to tag along.”

Mars just nodded, buckled up, and adjusted the mirror. "If it's still pouring like this tomorrow and you're going out with friends, just call me. I'll drive."

Milka smiled, “Let's talk about tomorrow when it comes.”

She hadn't told her coworkers much about Mars, so she simply fastened her seatbelt and let him drive. Truth be told, having a guy take the wheel did feel a whole lot safer.

He avoided

a word back there. Didn't want your coworkers thinking your boyfriend's

him a look, "Who said you're

I'm almost your boyfriend-just with a little 'ex' tacked on the

to hold it in but ended up laughing

they got home, the rain had eased

shameless as ever, stuck around for dinner with

my son-in-law already? You eat here more

"Careful, sir. If you keep poking at old wounds, don't blame me

little guilty seeing these two kids together. Watching Mars help himself to dinner, he never had the heart to send him packing—besides, Mars always kept things lively with his

still gloomy and heavy, the air thick with humidity. But at least it was cooler, finally giving

the air, Mia bundled her little boy in a jacket before

snap too. She grabbed a blanket for her son and dressed Wayne in long sleeves before heading out—she was driving herself, since Chad was stuck at

offered to give her a ride, but Molly just laughed, "Mom, you and I drive about the same. If you