The Write Bear (Highland Brothers 1) Read Online Free PDF

her way back to the cabin. For such an impressively strong man, he moved with agility and grace through the forest, stopping every few paces to listen or survey the trail in front of them.
    By the time they made it to the house Riley felt the fatigue settle in her shoulders. Casting was easy, but she was using muscles she hadn’t touched in awhile.
    There was a bench in the garage near the brothers’ fishing supplies. She sat and bent to remove her boots, and was surprised when Hudson stooped to help her.
    “You look tired.” He held her foot between his hands before moving to unlace the second boot.
    “That bad?” She joked.
    She couldn’t imagine what Hudson thought of her. He was basically a chiseled model who had walked off the pages of Men’s Fitness . Riley knew she had pretty features, but not all men liked curves. Not the kind she had anyway. Her breasts struggled to stay hidden in her shirts and her hips stretched her jeans. She knew she wasn’t Hudson’s type. No, definitely not his type, not after the eye candy she saw in his press photos.
    “Actually, not bad at all.” He lingered in front of her, his eyes locked on her lips.
    It was involuntary the way she licked them, as if there was a remote possibility he was going to kiss her.
    He shook his head and stood abruptly. “I better get lunch started.”
    Riley felt the frustration sink into her chest. “Right. Lunch.” Just when she felt a connection with him, he would pull back, leaving her questioning herself and her instincts. She followed him into the kitchen.
    Hudson spent the next hour filleting the fish, sautéing vegetables, and grilling the most delicious fish Riley had ever tasted.
    “This is amazing.” She took another bite. “You are a surprisingly good cook, Hudson Highland.”
    “I’ve mastered a few dishes.” He smiled.
    It was the second time today she had seen the smile. If it was becoming one of his habits, she was going to be in trouble. Each time he did it, she felt a little flutter between her legs. Good lord, she cursed to herself.
    She jumped from the table. “I’ll do the dishes and then we can start on the book.” She rinsed her plate in the sink, and reached for the scrubber and a bottle of dish soap. “I’d like to call in to my office today with a progress report. Just something to let them know you’re on schedule.”
    The bubbles clung to her fingers as she started on the glass.
    “I was thinking you might want to see the library.” He handed his plate to her.
    It felt natural standing next to him in the kitchen. His arm brushed against her shoulder, and for a second she wanted him to wrap his strong limbs around her like he had done by the lake.
    “Library?”
    He nodded, his eyes lighting. “Highland House has a library. All my favorites.”
    “What about the books in my room?” She dried the plate and placed it in the cabinet.
    “Oh those are some of the duplicates. Come on.” He grabbed her hand, leading her down the hallway into a deeper part of the house. She felt the warmth in his touch, the roughness of his calluses rubbing her palms as if they were wearing down the friction that had started between them last night when she landed on his doorstep unannounced.
    He shoved open the door, and Riley’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit. This is your library?”
    Her eyes widened at the sight.
    “Yep. We’ve been collecting for a while. I think it’s a pretty good start for a private library.” He looked pleased with himself.
    Riley took a step forward, mesmerized by the floor to ceiling showcase. She had never seen so many books in one house before.
    “This is incredible.” She started reading the titles to herself, moving down the bookshelf. She stopped in front of the Spy Fire Series . “Books one, two, and three.” She turned toward him. “You and I have to get book four on this shelf.”
    He shook his head. “True, we do, but I thought you might want to rest for awhile before we get started.