The sun had barely risen when the Sainz household stirred awake—not because Carlos was up making breakfast, but because there were schemes to be schemed.
Underneath a blanket fort in the living room—constructed entirely out of couch cushions, an ironing board,—sat the two youngest masterminds in the country: Oliver Sainz and Kimi Sainz, respectively, wielders of chaos and sons of the hottest eligible single dad in the town.





















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