CHAPTER SIXTEEN
HAYLEY GRABBED A towel, ready to dry the dishes Erin was already washing. “You’ll need to help me with where everything goes,” she said, grabbing the first bowl and swiping the towel around the inside. She wasn’t sure how Erin felt about her being there, especially with what Reed had told her about how things ended between the two of them. Hayley had seen the looks the woman shot Reed when Erin didn’t think anyone noticed. They weren’t exactly like a lost love still burning, but more like an expression lost in nostalgia.
Erin nodded as she pointed to a cabinet on the far left, water dripping from her uplifted hand. “Bowls go there. Silverware goes in the second drawer on the right.”
“Thanks,” Hayley said as she moved to put the first bowl in its proper place. Turning, sh
