Our Favorite Days (My Favorite Mistake #3)
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Authors: Chelsea M. Cameron
Our Favorite Days
My Favorite Mistake: Book 3
Copyright © 2016 Chelsea M. Cameron
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“I
swear, if you grope me one more time, I’m going to break your fingers off, Mr. Zaccadelli,” I said as Hunter, yet again, grabbed my ass as he walked by me to re-shelve another book.
He just gave me a wink.
“I think I can deal with a few broken fingers if it means getting to be with you, Missy,” he said and against my will, my heart fluttered. I just couldn’t help it. My body was specifically designed to react to him and he was specially designed to cause that reaction.
From the top of his buzzed head, to his tattoos, to his guitar-playing fingers and on down to the tips of his toes, I wanted him.
My fiancée.
It still felt bizarre to be thinking of him that way, even though he’d proposed several months ago. The ring winked up at me from its permanent place on my left ring finger. I was so entranced by it that I didn’t notice when he stepped close to me again. A finger tipped my chin up and I stared into his amazing blue eyes. He smiled and I melted to the floor.
“Hey, Missy Girl.”
“Hey,” I said in return. The nickname had driven me absolutely crazy when he’d first given it to me. Crazy, as in made my heart thump and my skin tingle every time I heard it.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, his brows drawing together. It was just the two of us up here in the closed stacks of the library, so we didn’t have to worry about anyone busting us for slacking during work, for which I was grateful. Although, Hunter had the habit of being inappropriate whether there were people around or not. It was just one of his charms.
“You,” I admitted and his face split into a smile that made everything right.
“Oh, yeah? Me, or certain parts of my anatomy and what I can do with them?” He wiggled his eyebrows and took another step so we were chest-to-chest. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair how much I reacted to him and he barely had to make an effort.
“No,” I said, narrowing my eyes and turning away from him. Two could play this game. Slowly, I bent down to get a book off the bottom shelf and then arched my back as I came up. Looking over my shoulder, I was pleased with his reaction. It didn’t hurt that I had plenty going on back there for him to look at.
“You are going to be in
so
much trouble when we get home,” he said, his voice low and thick with desire.
“Oh, yeah?” I said, trying to be nonchalant and failing. “What kind of trouble?” He smirked and brushed one finger down my spine, making me shiver.
“The
best
kind.”
Y
ellowfield House was in chaos when we returned, but that was nothing new. The house Hunter had bought for us had three floors (not counting the basement) and seven residents and when we were all in residence, things got rowdy.
Still, I wouldn’t have it any other way. When Hunter had first come to me with the idea of living together in a house, I thought he was joking. Or crazy. Or both. I was finally swayed by the fact we were sharing a room in the dorms already. Plus, our bed here was a lot bigger and we didn’t have to worry about thin walls when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Which was most of the time.
Darah was running referee as her boyfriend, and Hunter’s cousin, Mase, was arguing with Renee on whether you were supposed to put salt or oil in pasta water to make sure the noodles didn’t stick together. Paul, Renee’s boyfriend, just sat back and watched, knowing it was best not to interfere. Renee could hold her own and then some.
Laughter came from the living room where Jos, Renee’s sister, was attempting to imitate her boyfriend Dusty’s beatboxing skills with limited success. They’d only been dating for a short time, but anyone could see that they were good together. Good for each other. It made my heart swell to watch them. All our little ducks in a row.
“Okay, okay, what is the deal?” Hunter said, wading into the fray in the kitchen.
Renee and Mase started talking over each other and Hunter whistled to get them both to shut up.
“Why don’t we do both? We have enough pots. Do one with oil, one with salt and then we’ll compare.” Renee and Mase glared at each other, but sighed.
“Fine,” Renee said and Mase went to get another pot. Paul joined her at the sink, his hand on her lower back. Renee tended to have a temper, even though she looked like a sweet, petite blonde princess and Paul was the person who could always talk her down. Crazy how we all managed to find one another in this world.
Seeing that the battle was over, Hunter tucked me under his arm and we went into the living room to crash on the ugliest recliner in the history of recliners. It was also the chair that we had first kissed on, so it had a soft spot in my heart. I’d only allowed him to bring it into the house for sentimental reasons.
“Nice try, Red,” Dusty said as Jos made a stuttering noise that was probably supposed to sound like a drum beat. She rolled her eyes.
“No, it wasn’t. But not everyone can be as talented with their mouth as you are.” He raised an eyebrow and leaned in for a kiss that quickly turned into something a little more adult.
Hunter cleared his throat and they broke apart. Dusty’s hand was partially up Jos’s shirt and her fingers were hooked around his belt loops.
“What? Like you’re one to talk?” Jos said, raising one eyebrow.
She’d been on the offensive when she’d first moved in (I didn’t think it had anything to do with her red hair), but had slowly opened up to all of us. I really liked her and it was so good to see her happy and smiling now. Renee had been difficult about their relationship at first, but she was trying to do better. Trying. They were a work in progress. Just like the rest of us.
“How was work?” she asked as she settled back and Dusty tucked some of her hair behind her ear.
“Same old, same old,” I said, giving Hunter a glare. He just grinned and the look made me want to smack him and kiss him at the exact same time.
“Oh hey,” I said, remembering something, “I found this new band last night and downloaded some of their music. I thought you might like it.” I got out my phone and tossed it to Jos, who fished a set of earbuds out of her pocket and plugged them into my phone. She handed one of the buds to Dusty and put one in her own ear. It was such a sweet gesture, it made me smile.
I waited as she listened, a slow smile spreading on her face. Jos was such a music junkie, but she was also so particular that I never knew how she was going to react when I shared something with her. Dusty started tapping out the beat of the music, as if he couldn’t help it.
“Dinnertime!” Renee called a few minutes later and we all crowded around the not-big-enough dining table. Nights like these, with all of us being here together were rare. I wanted to take a picture of it. The family I never thought I would have.
“What are you smiling about?” Hunter said in my ear as Renee handed me my plate after filling it with spaghetti, sauce and a piece of garlic bread. I set my plate down and turned toward him.
“Just… everything. If you would have told me when you walked through our door that someday I’d end up here, in a house with you and everyone else, I would have said you were crazy. I just… I never thought I would have this and sometimes it overwhelms me how lucky I am.” There was something lurking in his eyes when I finished what I was saying. He knew exactly what I meant.
His own history was tragic, with a side of sweetness that came from his aunt, uncle and cousins who had taken him in. They were closer than close and I’d been absorbed into the Mason/Zaccadelli family from the first time I stepped into his aunt and uncle’s gi-huge-ic house.
When he didn’t say anything, I leaned over and kissed the lucky number seven on his arm before brushing it with my fingers.
We were both lucky in so many ways.