Chapter 12“We need another party.” Quillian was leaning his elbows on the baker’s table, getting flour on his forearms.
“Why?” Gabe glanced up from the brioches he was braiding for an order for this evening. A woman would be by to pick them up right before closing time.
“Because Rook is moping, and I want to hear Riley talk about stupid books again.”
“And a party would help?” Gabe glanced at the clock on the wall. He didn’t know when Riley ended his shift, but he kept hoping he’d show up around every full hour. He had to come soon.
“Yes! A few drinks, a few laughs, some good food, maybe even cake.”
“You realize we’ve had a party every damn week lately, and we never have parties.” Normally, Gabe would have turned him down the moment the word party was out of his mouth, but if he could
