Caleb and Jake crossed the border from Massachusetts into Connecticut on I-84, making excellent time since their departure from northern Maine five hours earlier. They only stopped once to feed Ethan, who"d been named for his late uncle, Caleb"s brother.
“Ready to pull over? Let"s get some lunch at this rest area,” Jake suggested while twisting around to the back seat to check on their son. “The little guy"s uber restless. I think he needs a new diaper.” Having recently swapped his trademark blond hair to experience the dangerous side of a seductive ginger, Jake lowered his Clark Kent glasses and pointedly stared at Caleb.
“Totally your turn. I changed him earlier. I warned you not to give him smashed peas this morning.” Caleb flashed a wicked grin at his husband, then winked dramaticall
