Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1685

Milka was losing it. Seriously, how had life gotten this weird? Everything from the past few years felt like a fever dream.

Mars looked way too pleased with himself. “Bet you don’t know this one—getting back together with me is top-secret info. Only insiders get the details. If we’re back on, I’ll let you in.”

Milka scoffed. “Forget it, then. I don’t want to know.”

Mars shot her a look, grinning because he could see right through her. She was bursting with curiosity.

She lasted all of five minutes in the car before blurting out, “Just tell me already! Who likes who?”

Mars just smirked and kept his lips zipped, loving every second of her agony.

By the time they got home, Milka was still tossing out wild guesses. “Mars, just spill! What if I say something stupid next time I see them?”

Mars shrugged. “Easy. Don’t see them.”

Milka rolled her eyes. “No way. We already made plans—Annie’s coming over soon, and we’re all meeting at the secret spot. I’m definitely going to see Molly and Annie again.”

Mars caught the key word. “Secret spot, huh? So that’s what you all whispered about before you split up.”

Milka shot him a dirty look. “You tricky jerk! You set me up!”

He laughed. “Set you up? You’re the one who blurted it out.” One hand on the wheel, he reached for her hand with the other, but Milka pulled back, pouting. “No hand-holding.”

Mars slid his hand onto her thigh, palm up, the back of his hand brushing her jeans. “Come on, Mia, give me your hand.”

She kept her hands to herself, sulking. “You already let our secret slip, and you still won’t tell me what’s really going on. Today, I even praised Annie and Lizzy right in front of Molly!”

Mars pulled the car into the driveway. The neighborhood was quiet, hardly a car in sight.

“I’ll tell you if you let me hold your hand,” he bargained.

“Milka, don’t even try anything. I’m not letting go until I’ve had my fill. And if you want the gossip, you’re stuck with me a little longer.”

She tried to wriggle free, but Mars held tight. “Relax. You wanted the scoop. Okay, here’s one: Conner’s wife? She used to date Sweetie’s dad.”

“What?!” Milka instantly forgot about freeing her hand.

She was hooked, eyes wide, waiting for more.

Mars kept going, loving every second. “Don’t worry, it wasn’t serious. They weren’t even really friends. And Andre’s wife? They look inseparable now, but when they first got married, she ran away all the time. We had to help Andre chase her all over town.”

Milka’s jaw dropped. The couple she’d met today seemed like total lovebirds.

Mars just grinned. “And you remember how Andre didn’t used to have a little sister, right…”