Our Favorite Days (My Favorite Mistake #3) by Chelsea M. Cameron Read Free Book Online

medicine so I would sleep. Maybe everything would be fine. I hoped so.
    “Well, if you do, I’ll be right here to wake you up,” she said, tilting her head up and kissing the underside of my jaw.
    “You take such good care of me.”
    “Same, Hunter. Same.”

 
     

     
    H e had another nightmare that night. And the next. I had no idea what the hell had triggered them, but neither of us was getting much sleep and I was starting to get crabby and pissy with everyone and the dark circles etched under his eyes were worrying.
    At a loss for what to do, I took a moment between classes and called Hope. The only people who knew Hunter better than I did were his family. I’d thought about talking to Mase, but I just needed to talk to… a mom. I needed to talk to a mom who would have excellent advice. Hope definitely fit that description. She was the textbook definition of a mom. She could bake dozens of cupcakes for the PTA, organize a fundraiser, wash laundry and look fabulous while doing it. She was incredible.
    The phone rang twice before she picked up.
    “Taylor, how are you?” Her southern drawl was a ray of sunshine. I just adored her.
    “I’m good. I just… I wanted to talk to you about Hunter.” There was a sharp intake of breath. “If you have time. You can just call me back if you’re in the middle of something.” Now I felt like an idiot.
    I heard her say something in a low voice.
    “Hold on, I’m just at lunch but I’m going outside.” I started to tell her that she didn’t have to do that, but she ignored me.
    “There. Now, what can I do for you, honey?”
    This had been a bad idea. Now she was going to worry about him when there really wasn’t anything to worry about. I didn’t think.
    “He’s been having nightmares again, and I’m just worried about him.” She sighed sadly.
    “Oh no. I’d thought he was getting over those. They were so bad when he first moved in. I don’t think I slept for two whole months for worrying about him.” I could picture that. Hunter may not have been her biological son, but that didn’t stop her from treating him like one of her own.
    “He had them here and there when he first moved into the dorms, but they mostly stopped. He hasn’t had any for a while and then they just started up again. He’s also been getting distracted and he seems, I don’t know, distant? It’s probably nothing, but I just wanted to ask you if there was something I could do for him.”
    “Oh, sweetheart. I know how much you love him. It’s one of the reasons we love you. You’re a part of our family now, and not just because you’re marrying Hunter. Have you talked to him?” I told her about my conversations I’d had with Hunter and what he’d said.
    “Well, I think the only thing you can do is be there for him and tell him how much you love him. Would you like me to call and check in on him?” Those were the magic words.
    “Would you? And if you can leave the fact that we’ve had this conversation out of it, that would be great.” It felt like lying, but I didn’t want him to know that I’d gone behind his back like this.
    “Sure, honey. I’ll call him and ask him if he wants to come down for another visit. Harper is always dying to see him. And we’d love to see you to, Taylor. You’re welcome anytime, with or without him. You know that, right?” My eyes got a little damp.
    “Thanks, Hope. That means a lot. Thank you so much for everything.” I wiped my eyes and sniffed a little.
    “Oh, Taylor, you call me whenever you want. Day or night. Or you can just show up on my doorstep and I’ll make you a glass of sweet tea.” Before I met her, I didn’t know that sweet tea was such a big deal in the south.
    We hung up and I did feel a little better. Still, I wished I could do more. If only there was some way I could reach into Hunter’s dreams and fight his battles for him. I would do it. I’d do anything for him.
     

     
    I didn’t want to be obvious in