“Did nothing,” he interrupted. “Other than be nice enough to invite you to lunch and then suggest you get a head start with the business you came over here to do on my computer. Now you have a problem as to where I keep my computer?”

“I don’t have a problem with it. It’s just that your bedroom is your bedroom.”

“And?”

Bryce huffed out a deep breath, and refusing to waste time with him any longer, she said, “And nothing. Tell me where your bedroom is again. I really wasn’t listening the last time you said it.” She refused to go wandering upstairs through his house looking for it.

“Turn right upon reaching the landing and you will see the double doors.”

Bryce left the kitchen and headed to the living room, where the stairs were located. She absolutely loved his spiral staircase and liked how you had a view of the bayou while climbing the stairs.

She reached the landing and veered to the right and saw the double doors that opened to his bedroom. She pushed open the doors and slowly entered the room, and the first thing she saw was the massive bed. She couldn’t imagine anyone sleeping in the huge bed alone. An inner voice reminded her that for all she knew he didn’t sleep alone.

Trying to ignore the bed, she couldn’t help noticing just how tidy the room was. Nothing was out of place. She saw the alcove and headed in that direction after seeing the computer sitting on an oak desk that faced a window. Now she understood why he’d claimed this particular spot as his private workplace. His bedroom was enormous, and the private alcove didn’t distract from the design of the room and was perfect for the size of the desk. And then there was the gorgeous view of the bayou. For her the view would be a negative since she wouldn’t ever get anything done for gazing out the window in front of the desk.

She put aside her purse and sat down at the desk. Kaegan had jotted down several websites, which meant he’d done his homework. She wasn’t surprised about that. For someone who’d been two grades behind in school most of his life, with a father who hadn’t cared if he graduated at all, he had worked hard, done all his homework and any special assignments to get in his right grade by the time they’d reached high school.

After perusing the sheet of paper, she noticed a few were the same ones on the comp list she’d compiled. Smart minds think alike, she thought, smiling. She’d worked for a good twenty minutes going down the list, marking off duplicates, before she leaned back in the chair and reached her arms over her head to stretch. Glancing around the room and admiring his furniture, she suddenly froze. There on his nightstand was a framed photograph of her. She remembered it as one she’d given him years ago, when they’d meant something to each other. Why would he still have it and why was it here in his bedroom?