Runaway Temptation. Maureen Child

threshold to simply stare. She gasped because she couldn’t help herself. The room was beautiful. Big, with a four-poster cherrywood bed covered by a dark blue-and-white star quilt. There were two end tables, a chest at the foot of the bed and a dresser on the far wall. Two bay windows offered a view of the front yard and the oaks lining the drive.

      “This was my mom’s room.”

      Shelby looked at him. “She didn’t clutter this one.”

      “No,” he said with a slow shake of his head. “She only did that in the main room and the kitchen. Anyway—” he pointed to a door “—there’s a bathroom through there.”

      “Okay, thanks.” Shelby walked farther into the room, laid one hand on the footboard and looked back at Caleb again.