Show Me How to Love (Caldwell Family Book 1) by Synithia Williams

gone or melted and he ran his hand through her hair, she remained still. Usually, Mikayla hated anyone touching her hair, but his fingers soothed rather than irritated.
    His eyes darkened with an emotion she wasn’t foolish enough to identify. She stepped away and made a show of brushing away non-existent snow.
    “I’m sure it looks terrible.”
    “It’s fine,” He cleared his throat and pulled off his coat and gloves.
    She glanced at Andre as he walked over and sat on the couch. Andre possessed the Caldwell good looks. Maybe not so much of the charm, but he was nice. Ryan’s side described their uncle’s children as cutthroat.
    “What are you watching?” She sat beside him.
    “Just flipping channels.” He held out the remote. “You want to pick something?”
    She shook her head. With a shrug, he turned back to the television. She pulled the quilt he’d folded and placed on the edge of the couch around her and snuggled into her end of the couch. Sleep came quickly. Her eyes opened to slits when Andre lifted her into his arms.
    “You’ll be more comfortable in the bed.” His deep voice lulled her eyes closed.
    Andre carried Mikayla into the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed. A soft sensation brushed across her forehead. A kiss? It couldn’t be. Still, she smiled and fell back asleep.

CHAPTER 6
     
    Andre came into the cabin and set the DVDs he’d gotten from the rental office on the table. The lights were off; the only sound the hum of the HVAC unit heating the place. Mikayla must still be asleep. He’d fallen asleep watching television earlier. After waking up and realizing she still slept, he figured it would be better to go out and find something they could entertain themselves with for the rest of the night.
    Much to his surprise, he’d enjoyed her company earlier. She liked to talk, but not to fill space with useless words. Several times that afternoon, he found himself just enjoying the sound of her voice. She didn’t require many conversations with him, unlike most women he knew. Most women tried to drag information out of him. Mikayla’s lack of prying made opening up easier.
    He knocked softly on the door. When there was no answer he peaked in. She lay curled on her side, hugging a pillow to her chest. Without the orange head wrap from earlier her hair fanned across the pillow and his fingers itched to run through the soft strands.
    Clearing his throat, he called her name. She didn’t move. He edged closer into the room, and gingerly approached her.
    “Mikayla,” he said. He poked her shoulder a few times.
    She groaned, swatted his hand away before rolling onto her back. His throat constricted. The tops of her breasts swelled above the neckline of her shirt. Her nipples, pebble hard beneath the soft material, stoked his admiration better than the mist rising from the mountains. He clenched his hands, when he really wanted to reach out and take the swells into his hands.
    He shook his head. Be the good guy, not the jerk. He would not sleep with or fondle his cousin’s ex-girlfriend, no matter how delectable her breasts appeared.
    “Mikayla,” he called loudly.
    She jerked awake and sat up. He took a step back and she looked frantically around the room. When her eyes focused on him, her face scrunched into a scowl.
    “Did you yell at me?”
    “You didn’t move when I called you from the door and poked your shoulder.” He shrugged. “I had to yell to wake you up.”
    “I haven’t slept that long in the middle of the day in…” her brow crinkled. “I don’t know how long.” She swung her legs to the side of the bed and stretched, her breast straining against the fabric of her shirt.
    Andre diverted his gaze to the crown molding along the ceiling.
    “You were pretty tired, huh.” He felt foolish for stating the obvious.
    “I’m not usually this tired.” She said behind a yawn. “But somebody had me out hiking.” She stood and strolled into the bathroom.
    His lips