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

asking if Hunter had heard from Hope, so I just did a lot of lurking and waiting the next few days. We were both crazy busy with projects, work and, in Hunter’s case, the Steiners. He’d been trying mashups out on us for days, but wasn’t satisfied with any of them. I’d agreed to sing with him and, hours later, was now in danger of losing my voice.
    To make the process more scientific, Renee had suggested that we write down each combo and then rate them on a scale of ten. Of course then Mase went and made paddles for everyone to hold up, like it was some kind of reality show. It was all fairly ridiculous, but Hunter was taking it very seriously.
    “I just want it to be perfect,” he said, frowning at the list.
    “It’s not going to be perfect, Hunter. Nothing is perfect. You just have to find two songs that don’t seem like they’d go together and then make them go together. Kind of like us. Doesn’t seem like we’d go together, but we do.” That made him smile and kiss me, which had been my goal.
    “Hey, have you gone on YouTube and looked up other mashups?” Jos suggested. “I can search for you if you want.” She dashed downstairs and was back with her laptop.
    “Thanks, that would be amazing, Jos.” Hunter said. She grinned and shoved her headphones on her ears and got to work.
    “Well, that was fun, but I have to go back to reading about diseases,” Renee said with a sigh. I shared a look with Hunter. Jos still hadn’t talked to Renee about Dusty moving in. I understood why she was scared, but it was only going to get worse the longer she put it off. It was a real possibility that Dusty’s apartment was going to fall completely apart sooner rather than later. That place was a hazard.
    Hunter’s phone rang as he was plucking our a few chords and he smiled when he saw who was calling.
    “Hey, Hope,” he said, getting up and heading toward the stairs to give the rest of us quiet to work on our homework. I wanted to go with him, but there wasn’t a way to do that without making it obvious I had asked her to call him. Too bad this wasn’t like the old days when I could just pick up another phone in the house and listen in. We didn’t even have a landline here.
    I waited several agonizing minutes until I couldn’t take it anymore, then I headed upstairs. If I got busted, I was going to claim I needed something in our bedroom. If Hunter was a normal guy, I’d just say it was period-related, but nothing about menstruation scared my fiancée.
    I paused just outside the bedroom door, but I didn’t hear any conversation. He must have hung up. I pushed the door open and pretended to be startled to find him in the room.
    “Hunter?” I asked. He was sitting on the bed, staring off into space, the phone right next to him. “Hunter?”
    He blinked and looked over at me.
    “You’re so worried about me that you called my aunt and asked her to check on me?” Uh oh. This plan was starting to blow up in my face. Time for damage control.
    “I’m sorry! I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to help you or what I should do and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone behind your back, but I was desperate.” I threw myself on my knees in front of him, reaching for his hands. Maybe it was a bit dramatic, but I was so scared of ever losing him.
    His eyes were unreadable, but then his face softened into a smile. I thought I was going to faint from relief. Taking my hands, he kissed my palms.
    “Missy Girl, you are too much sometimes.” I fell into his arms and we ended up sprawled on the bed.
    “I really am sorry,” I said, touching his face. I shivered at the slight stubble that met my hands when I stroked his chin.
    “I know. And I can’t say that if I were in the same situation, I wouldn’t have done the same thing. But there’s nothing that you can do. Short of inventing a time machine or something, going back and changing the past…” he trailed off.
    “I just hate when you’re