She really didn’t want to bump into Adam right now. She wouldn’t be able to hide her dismay, or probably keep her mouth shut. Something had to be done, but she had no idea how to help two people she felt belonged together. There was a slight frown on her face as she walked in, but even worrying about her friends couldn’t keep the frown from flipping to a delighted gasp when she walked into the kitchen. Dylan was putting the hardware on the cabinet doors, but he rose when he saw her. “What do you think?” he asked as though her squeals of delight weren’t doing the talking for her. “They look amazing. Better than I thought.” She danced around, pulling out drawers that slid with unobstructed ease, unlike the old wooden ones that stuck and shuddered their way open. If they felt like opening at all. She’d gone for big pot drawers and already imagined herself cooking on the new stove that would be installed as soon as the counters were in.
