Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

“Leo, how come you didn't go home to hang out with Anya tonight?”

Leo grinned. "Well, Ms. Anya ditched me to party with someone else. I still have to go pick her up later." He still had no clue he was about to play chauffeur for the night.

It was after midnight already. All the guys were calling their wives and daughters to check in. Only then did Anya finally text Leo, telling him to come get her.

So Leo showed up, only to realize he'd been roped into driving everyone home.

He picked up Lizzy and grinned at her. “Look at you, little lady. You're really growing up to be a beauty."

Lizzy, bright-eyed and adorable, glanced up at this not-exactly-an-uncle, not-quite-a-brother figure. Technically, she should call him "Uncle,” but their family tree was a tangled mess.

Leo ended up dropping everyone off, one at a time.

Smart people always have a way of making things happen. When he took Milka home, Anya leaned in, reeking of wine, and whispered something conspiratorial in his ear.

So Leo dropped Milka off halfway, then called Mars. "Hey, Mars, Aunt Milka's had a few too many. We're parked at—”

Mars showed up ten minutes later, slapped Leo on the shoulder, and couldn't help but joke, “Leo, you really should've been born a White, not a Jiang!"

around Anya's shoulders. “This was all Ms. Anya's

“Anya, if you ever need

the backseat, suddenly realized this sneaky little girl was basically handing her over

going on, if she and Mars didn't get back together, Anya would

Leo went to take the two family

people in the car, trading playful jabs

sisters each held a sleepy kid in

time Leo got everyone home, it was well past one in

the Cedillo family's front door, ready to catch one half-asleep adult and one completely

melted into Andres arms, who gently

always slept best in his dad's

work tomorrow," Andre said, not even sure

ones waved and headed off to

harder. Mia, flushed and giggly, wrapped her saround her husband's neck "Honey how come you didn't ask me where I was tonight? Do

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