Gabriel’s heart started pounding the moment they spotted Angelo’s red Ferrari on the parking lot of 'The Boutique'. It was obvious from the structure’s appearance that it was a Bread and Breakfast affair. And of course, people normally checked-in to one of its rooms to avail of the bed (he didn’t want to think of that) and breakfast (he didn’t want to think of that, either – it connotes ‘breakfast-in-bed’ to him). He felt his own breakfast slowly inching up his throat as he wondered if Angelo was in there with Louisa. Silently, he prayed that he wasn’t. But the odds, he knew, were against him. When Miguel parked alongside Angelo’s car, cold sweat was slithering down his back. “Angelo’s inside for sure, Gab. His car’s still here. I think it would be better if you stayed here while I go in

