Our Favorite Days (My Favorite Mistake #3) Read Free Page B

singer.
    “Oh, that would be awesome! I feel like it’s been forever since we’ve seen them, even if it’s only been a few weeks.” I strummed the guitar and then started playing “Style” by Taylor Swift. She giggled at my song choice, but we both knew all the words to all the songs on Taylor’s 1989 album.  Her voice joined mine and we played through a few more of the songs.
    “I love that you’re not emasculated by liking Taylor Swift,” she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek as Mase called everyone for dinner.
    “Why would I be emasculated by liking amazing music?” I asked and she put her arm around my waist.
    “And that is why I love you.”
    “Not the only reason, though, right?”
    We both sat down and she turned to me.
    “Not the only reason. One of many.”
    “Good.”

 
     

     
    M ase and Darah usually joined us when we went to visit Hunter’s family, but they both had something going this weekend, so it was just Hunter and me heading to the house. I had to admit, when I’d first seen it, I’d been stunned into silence. I hadn’t known Hunter came from money and that was my first glimpse of the enormity of it. Even after spending tons of time here, it still smacked me over the head when I got out of the car and looked up at the massive façade.
    “You do that every time,” Hunter said, chuckling and taking my hand.
    “Well, I feel like it gets bigger every time I’m here,” I retorted and he squeezed my hand and gave me a smile that made my insides turn over.
    “Come on, Missy Girl.”
    The second we walked in the door, Harper, Hunter’s niece, dragged me to her room to show me her new American Girl doll. I had to admit, eleven-year-old me was totally jealous. The whole thing was made infinitely cuter by the fact that Harper and the doll had matching clothes and the doll even had a little wheelchair just like Harper’s. Harper had cerebral palsy and used a motorized chair to get around. I loved watching her chase Hunter around the apple orchard, her giggles making everyone else laugh too.
    When we got back downstairs via the elevator, Hope was setting out an impressive spread in the formal dining room. Now that she knew I was a vegetarian, she always made something just for me, even though I’d told her a hundred times that I could get by on sides, rolls and salad. She also always sent us home with one or two pies. I swear, I’d gained ten pounds since I started coming here.
    “You look lovely,” she said with her beautiful southern accent. Hunter was originally from Texas, but his drawl only came out every now and then, especially when he wanted something from me. He knew that was a sure way to make me give in to his demands.
    “Thank you, so do you.” Even after nearly a year of knowing her, she still intimidated the hell out of me. She was all polish and charm and perfect jewelry and refinement. I felt like a dirty slob next to her, even though I was wearing my nicest skirt and a lacy shirt that Hunter had picked out for me that morning. He got a kick out of picking out my clothes, so I let him do it every now and then.
    It was just Hunter, me, Hunter’s aunt and uncle, and Harper.
    “No Joe?” I asked and Hunter shook his head. Joe was a family friend and also a lawyer who handled Hunter’s parents’ estate and the payouts to Hunter.
    “Nope, he’s on a cruise with his wife in the Bahamas,” Hunter said.
    “I wish I was in the Bahamas,” Hope said with a meaningful look at her husband who put his hands up in surrender.
    “Cruise, cruise!” Harper said, clapping her hands together.
    “Uh oh, you’re committed now,” Hunter said and we all laughed. If Harper wanted to go on a cruise, her parents would buy a damn ship for her.
    After we all stuffed ourselves on another of Hope’s delicious pies, Hunter and I went up to his room to hang out a little. Since we were already “living in sin” there were no rules about closed doors, but I refused to have sex with