Caleb stood in the middle of the great room, hands in his pockets, just taking in his surroundings. The sun blazing in through the abundance of windows gave a warm honey look to the polished hardwood floor. The furniture was upholstered in cream and maroon, the dining table an unusual slab of granite on a pedestal. One wall had built-in bookshelves and an office area with her computer and printer. The walls were still bare but he chalked that up to the newness of the place. Between the tension of knowing some asshole was out there waiting to disrupt your life and starting the preparations for the album and the tour she probably didn't have a lot of free time for shopping.