Kara

I'm slightly nervous as I follow him into his kitchen. I am entirely unprepared to see what I do. His kitchen is my dream. Stainless steel appliances, cabinets painted a dark gray that almost pulls blue in the darkness coming through the back windows. White marble countertops are spotless and inviting. Contemporary lighting provides enough where it's needed, and softens where it isn't. "You have a pot filler," I gasp with jealousy. 

He laughs. "I do. When ...