“Tell you?” Amanda echoed, her tone not nearly as calm as his. “Tell you? Why? So you could come and take him? Steal him away from me in the middle of the night?”

“You know I’d never do that,” Elliott said, not taking her bait, not yet, anyway. An argument was brewing, but he’d weather the storm. For now.

“How do I know that?” she said, her arms flailing. A splash of Vodka landed on her hand and for a moment he thought she might lick it off, the way he’d ...