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 idea,

car, said, “Anya, if

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

herself. With this much matchmaking going on, if she and Mars

to take the

four people in the car, trading playful jabs and teasing

sisters each held a sleepy kid in

Leo got everyone home, it was

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

his mom's arms into his dad's, whimpered a little, and then melted into Andres arms, who gently rocked

best in his dad's

we're back to work tomorrow," Andre said, not even sure if he was talking

two younger ones waved and headed off to

the ladies had, it was hitting them a little harder. Mia, flushed and giggly, wrapped her saround her husband's neck "Honey

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