Show Me How to Love (Caldwell Family Book 1) by Synithia Williams Read Free Book Online Page B

after a rain,” he said, staring at the view.
    “Do you visit often?”
    He frowned and shook his head. “Unfortunately, no. I don’t get out as much as I used to.” A wistful note in his voice.
    She pulled her coat closer to block the wind then turned to him. “I’ve always been indifferent to the mountains. Not too excited about getting attacked by bears.”
    “Bears?” His rich laughter floated in the wind, and sent a shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold. “You’re joking?”
    She pulled her coat tighter. “No, I’m serious.” His deep laugh continued and she couldn’t help but smile. “Look, I’m only walking with you now because its winter and they’re hibernating.”
    He shook his head. “Let’s go back down. Don’t want a bear to get us.”
    She giggled, then pressed her hand to her lips. What the hell? Giggling wasn’t something she did…ever.
    On the way down the mountain, a sign on the trail indicated a detour to a cabin that was restored from the late 1800s. Andre read the sign then spun to her with an eager grin.
    She rolled her eyes but followed the gesture with a smile. “Fine, we’ll check it out.”
    Their breathing, along with their footsteps in the snow was the only sounds as they hiked to the cabin. Views of the mountains were visible through the trees. The size of the peaks brought home how small her problems were in the grand scheme of things. It was a philosophical thought that wouldn’t be remembered on Monday when she returned to work.
    Pushing aside the idea of going back to face Ryan and his family, she hurried along the trail to the cabin. Dark gray clouds hung in the sky, and the air had the quiet calm that usually preceded snow.
    Inside was tiny. She paused and observed the the one room cabin. “Could you imagine raising a family here?” she eyed the small living area.
    “People didn’t need so much back then.” Andre ran his fingers along the wall’s wooden beams.
    “Everyone needs privacy,” she said. “I spent the night at my cousin Sheri’s house once when we were little and overheard her parents having sex.” She shuddered at the memory. “I was mortified. I still can’t look them in the eye. Can you imagine if you were in the same room with your parents on one of those nights?”
    He turned to face her. His dark eyes studied her face. “That’s the first thing you think about?” He said in a teasing drawl. “Sex?”
    Andre’s silky baritone wrapped around her. Heat crept up her face. The man said the word sex with enough smoothness to tighten her nipples and send her thoughts places they had no business going.
    She spun away feigning interest in the fireplace. “It wasn’t the first thing on my mind.”
    Heavy footsteps crossed the room and stopped behind her. “You can have sex without making a lot of noises.” His voice dipped enough to make her wonder if he cared to demonstrate.
    “Apparently so,” she said. He stood close and the heat from his body beckoned her. She shifted away to peer out the window. “It’s snowing.” She brought a hand to her head. “My hair is going to be messed up.”
    He chuckled, and she lifted her chin. The tangled mess her hair was whenever her dad tried to arrange it was the reason she now spent too much money at salons. She’d refused to be ashamed of not wanting for her hair to get wet.
    Andre’s warm hand engulfed Mikayla’s, sending a shockwave of awareness up her arm and straight to her core. “It’s barely coming down. But let’s go before the snow and bears get us.”
    She couldn’t suppress her chuckle. They hurried back to their cabin as the snow fell harder. Andre turned up the thermostat the second they were inside. She paused blowing into her hands when he came over and peered at her head.
    Mikayla raised a hand and checked for flyaways. “Is everything okay?”
    Andre reached over and brushed snowflakes from her hair. She didn’t move. When the crystals were either