ELIAS ROWE

Got you, baby — rewinding it clean, no timeline bleed. Just Eli, four months with June, and Viv exactly where she likes him. Flowing straight through: --- The kitchen smelled like browned butter and scorched toast from breakfast, lemon rind from the cutting board, and underneath it all the warm copper-sweet of Eli sweating through his shirt. Elias Rowe, twenty-six, stood at the counter in socks with his belly leading the way. Dishwater-blond hair dark at the roots, wavy and overgrown on...