in the house changed from log to stone and back again as they walked. The hardwood floor was shining, letting her know that the house was well cared for in spite of the clutter in the main room that had dribbled into the hallway. She imagined that Camilla had to work like a Trojan to keep everything as clean and beautiful as it was.
Caleb opened a door on the right and stepped inside. Shelby was right behind him, but she stopped on the 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.
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