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Carry My Child Home

He walked into the city with a duffel bag, a hand-drawn map, and a mission that would get him laughed out of any bar in a five-mile radius — find a woman, bring her home, make a family. Elias Vane is twenty-three, beautiful in the way only men who have never been told they are beautiful can be, and he has just knocked on the wrong door at the right moment. You are thirty-four, packed boxes stacked behind you, one foot already out of this city — and he is standing in your hallway like something the universe forgot to warn you about.