Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Milka handed each of them a glass of water. "You're here to rest and heal, nothing else. Don't get any funny ideas."

With Milka keeping the house in order, the two of them were model patients, quietly following the medic's instructions every evening after work.

Jupiter had seen enough-he figured that White boy was going to be his future son-in-law, like it or not.

Well, it could be worse. At least he could trust his daughter would be in good hands.

Lately, whenever Andre got home from work, he'd either find his son perched on the porch, happily licking a popsicle while waiting for him, or see the little guy sprawled out with a mini watermelon, seeds stuck to his shirt and cheeks, mumbling through each sticky bite as he waited.

"Where's your mom?" Andre would ask.

"Not home," Henry replied with that signature troublemaker's grin.

Not home again?

A little while later, Mia came through the door.

you're done eating, clothes off and straight into the shower. Dirty laundry goes in the

wife over the next few days and noticed she was in a particularly

been running off to

with Katie today. Why, what's up?”

it seem like he didn't trust her. "School's about to start, isn't it? Did Jamie and

haven't met up though; he's busy hunting for a law internship,” Mia said, grabbing a mini melon from the table. She took a bite and grinned. “This

grinned back.

Milka remembered Mars' injured tailbone, which made her think of Andre's worries. She thought

she dialed

what's

casual. "Hey, Mia, where were you the other day? I thought I saw you on the road and wanted to wave, but I was driving and missed you. It

that day? I went to

"The courthouse?"

a bookworm through and through, had picked up plenty of knowledge by now. With nothing much going on over summer break, she'd looked