Chapter 3

Becky’s POV

Home sweet home.

I never knew, coming home after a disastrous few weeks can feel so freaking good.

And you know what’s even better?

Seeing two of your favorite people waiting for you with big grins on their faces, and weird as it is, for the first time, they are not arguing.

Must be love.

I practically ran to hug Mason and Rachel.

I knew there was a lot to talk about, but right now the only thing I needed was their love and support.

And they delivered big time.

Rachel almost strangled me, that’s how tight her hug was, and Mason, the kind of brother that he was, didn’t pass up a chance to ruin my hair just like old times.

Like I said. It’s good to be home.

We picked up my luggage well, technically Mason picked it up while me and Rachel gushed over each other about how good we look, how happy Rachel seems, how tanned I am, bla-bla-bla.

You get the point.

But once we all got piled up in Mason’s ca