Chapter 17Several days went by, and Riley didn’t come by the bakery. Gabe was snarling and banging things around in the kitchen. Everyone stayed away from him, which was for the best. He wanted to give Riley space, but he didn’t know if he could stay away any longer. He needed to see him, needed to know he was okay.
“He’s at the library today.”
Gabe looked up at Raphael, who was leaning against the open swing door.
“Is he?”
“Yeah, I spoke to Linda.”
Gabe nodded. It was good. Except if Douglas f*****g Collins was there, and Gabe was here, it wasn’t good at all.
“You should go see him.”
“I should?” Gabe wasn’t sure.
“Yeah. Public place. He’s safe there. Neutral ground and all. Bring him something.” He gestured in the direction of the display shelf.
Maybe he could. He glanced at the
