“I have to run some paperwork over to Town Hall,” Riley called after me. “Want to come?” I stopped in my tracks. Of course, I wanted to come. And, I mean, if he was going over there anyway, what was the harm? It wasn’t like it was a date or something. It was just a walk to a government building. I’d walked to Town Hall with ninety-year-old Ed Woodbury when he’d needed a copy of his wife’s death certificate, and we hadn’t fallen in love with each other.
