Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Hansen was on the phone with his oldest son. "You really ought to take a page from your brother's book. Andre came home just to drag Henry out and buy flowers for Mia. If you dare show up empty-handed, don't call yourself my son."

Bruce grumbled, “Dad, Naomi and I have been together forever. Do we still have to do all this? Instead of spending money on flowers, I'd rather take Naomi out to eat."

Hansen shot right back, “Eat, eat, eat—that's all you think about. Sure, Mia loves to eat, but did Andre say he was taking her out for dinner? Is the food at our house not good enough for you?"

Henry was eavesdropping by Grandpa's side, then dashed into the living room and tugged on his mom's sleeve. "Mom, Grandpa says you love to eat. He called you a little pig."

Mia blinked. "...What?"

Andre pinched the bridge of his nose, stood up, and towed his little troublemaker into the study for a proper talking-to.

Even as the door closed, you could still hear Andre lecturing, "Your mom's finally stopped making trouble for me, now you're taking over, huh?”

Molly burst in, waving her flowers. "Mia, look at these! Bet you don't have anything like this."

massive bouquet on the coffee table. "Whoa,

husband and my

at the explosion of colors

My

up her own flowers for comparison. "My Chad's got the best taste. White roses and red roses together—his dream

barely had a chance to admire them before their two

confused by all the flowers everywhere. For a second, he wondered if his family had opened

rolled around. The date

in the passenger seat, hugging her

was still at it, giving instructions from the driver's seat. “Milka, tomorrow you bring those flowers

"Ex-boyfriend."

out that 'ex' label tonight." Mars tried to sound tough, but

get back together with her tonight, but even during dinner, he couldn't stop interrogating her. "That guy at your office the one with the beady eyes, always

Grant isn't as bad as you