““Bedroom ?" he asked, the sound coming from deep in his throat as his light blue eyes searched hers. Westmore eyes-all three brothers had them, the only feature they shared. She nodded, then, remembering the medical texbooks sprawled across her bed from her late night studying, she shook her head. "Couch." He shook his head, biting her bottom lip before saying, "Too small." "Table?" "Too hard." "You're strating to sound like Goldilocks," she said.””