Chapter 7Gabe stared at the clock. It moved in slow motion. Raphael had said Riley would be by after three. They’d instructed Quillian and Laura to stay away today and tomorrow and explained they had a fever. Or Gabe hadn’t done anything. It was all Raphael.
He walked through the swing doors and joined Raphael behind the counter. Most tables were taken, which was a good sign. “Are we running low on anything?” He had time to bake something if there was an emergency, but he wanted to wait until tomorrow so he could focus on Riley when he arrived.
“We’ll manage. I’ll do an inventory before we close.”
Gabe nodded and stared at the door as if it would make Riley appear faster.
They stood in silence for several minutes before a mop of honey-colored curls appeared in the window. Gabe loved ho
