Drunk on Love

His small smile turned into a grin.

“This whole thing is all your fault; you’re the one who pointed out the Barrel to me when we drove by my building.” He looked around at the parking lot. “But you have to keep this a total secret, okay? I shouldn’t have even told you, but honestly there was no way I could meet you for dinner tonight and answer questions about how my first day of work was and keep this in.” He shook his head. “I should have known this would be a problem after I kissed her outside the bar and she said we couldn’t do that there, that too many people knew her around here. Do you know the kind of women who say things like that? The kind of women who end up being your new boss, that kind.”

Avery laughed again, and this time he laughed along with her. It was funny. He supposed.

“I gave her my number. Monday morning, after I drove her home,” he said.

Avery stopped, her hand on the car-door handle.

“Wait. I thought this was just a one-night stand. You were going to see her again?”

“I wanted to,” he admitted. “She was . . . We had a great time.” Avery got that grin on her face again. He was suddenly irritated, far more than he probably should have been. “That’s not what I mean.” Well. Not just what he meant. “We talked, for a long time. At the bar, I mean. I really liked talking to her. She’s smart, funny, interesting, easy to talk to. We had fun.”

Avery’s eyes were wide.

“Did you want to date her?”

He shook his head.

“Date her, no, I’m not going to be up here for that long. But I thought maybe Margot and I could be . . . friends.” He couldn’t hold back a smirk. “The kind of friends who have really great sex sometimes.”

Avery made a face.

“Ewww, I wasn’t asking for details, but okay.” She opened her car door. “Now can we please go inside and get some drinks and food? I need wine after that conversation.”

Luke laughed and got out of the car.

“How’d your mom take the news?” Avery asked after they sat down at a table and ordered drinks. “Of you quitting your job and moving up here and all?”

Funny that she asked.

“Mmm. About that. I didn’t . . . quite . . . tell her that I’d quit.”

Avery raised her eyebrows at him.

“You didn’t ‘quite’ tell her you’d quit? What did you tell her?”

He sighed.

“I told her I was on sabbatical. Which, yes, was a total lie. It’s just . . . it had already been a long day, what with the Margot thing and all, and my mom is just so proud of me, and I didn’t want to . . .”

Avery put her hand on his arm.

“You didn’t want to disappoint her. Especially since you feel bad about quitting in the first place. I get it.”

He looked up at her.

“How did you know I felt bad about quitting in the first place?”

Avery rolled her eyes.

“Luke. How long have we known each other? Come on.” She patted his arm. “What did your mom say to the sabbatical thing? Did she believe it?” She looked at him and then narrowed her eyes. “Oh no. What’s wrong?”

Avery really was going to kill him.

“The thing is . . . when I told her I’d come up here to help you move, and everything”—Avery looked away at the reminder of her breakup, and he quickly rushed on—“I—accidentally—said something that led her to believe that we were together. You and me, I mean.”

Avery’s eyes widened.

“Your mom thought we were dating? Oh no. She must have been even more disappointed when you told her it wasn’t true.”

Luke looked down at the table.

“LUKE.”

He cleared his throat and looked up. She was giving him her fiercest glare.

Where were mashed potatoes when he needed them?

“I didn’t . . . exactly . . . tell her it wasn’t true.”

Avery kept staring at him.

“See. It was just that . . . her whole face lit up when she thought I told her we were together. She didn’t question the sabbatical thing at all.”

Avery picked up her glass of wine and took a long gulp. Luke sighed.

“I know, I know. I lost it, Avery. I should have prepared a better story to tell my mom about why I suddenly quit my job and what the hell I’m doing with my life and I’d planned to figure all of that out on Sunday night and Monday and then Sunday night I met a hot woman at a bar and Monday I found out she was my new boss and that drove everything else out of my head so I was vastly underprepared for that dinner with my mom and so when she beamed at me like that when she thought I said you and I were dating I just went with it.”

He shook his head and took a breath.

“I’m not usually like this. I procrastinated applying for new jobs for weeks, I lied to my mom—I don’t do things like this! What’s wrong with me?”

Avery patted his hand.

“You’re having a quarter-life crisis. I didn’t expect it to happen to you, of all people, but that’s exactly what this is.”

“A quarter-life crisis? I’m twenty-eight. Exactly how long do you think I’m going to live?”

She brushed that off with a quick flick of her hand.

“That job did a number on you! Those people sucked, that job destroyed your confidence, it made you feel unworthy, which you’re not, but I know you won’t believe me.” He tried to smile at her, but she just shook her head. “I’m glad you’re going to be up here for a while—you need to get your swagger back.”

He hoped his face looked as skeptical as he felt.

“How long have you known me? I don’t think I’ve ever had ‘swagger,’ Avery.”

She rolled her eyes.

“You know what I mean.”

Yeah, he knew what she meant.

“I did sleep with my new boss the other night, if that counts?”

Avery giggled.

“Good point, but that feels like an isolated incident. More of that, though.”

He laughed, and then sighed.

“Anyway, I’m sorry for involving you in all of this, even though I did it accidentally. I feel like such a child, lying to my mother about all of this.”

Avery shook her head.

“Luke, you’re talking to someone who still hasn’t told her mother that she broke up with Derek. I just have to text her and get it over with, but I’m dreading it. I get it.” Her face relaxed into a grin. “But you and me? Gross.”

“I’m a little offended that your reaction to the idea of dating me seems to be abject horror,” he said.

Avery rolled her eyes again.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re a great catch, I love you with my whole heart, and I can’t wait for you to date a woman worthy of you, but we all know it’s not going to be me. It’s still hilarious to me that your mom keeps wanting us to get back together. While we were dating, I thought she hated me.”

Luke laughed.

“Yeah, well, she’s mellowed some over the years.” He paused. “About some things.”

Avery looked at him over her wineglass.

“Okay. I owe you one. After last week, and everything. You can keep up this pretense with your mom—I won’t blow your cover.”

He shook his head.

“Avery, no, you don’t have to do that. You don’t owe me anything. I did all of that for you because I’m your friend and I love you.”

She touched his hand, for just a second, and smiled at him.

“Fine, I don’t owe you anything. But I’ll do this for you anyway. Because I’m your friend and I love you. Not like your mom wants me to, but still. We’ll let her think so for a little while.”

Was she sure about this?

“You don’t have to do this, just because I’m a coward.”

She narrowed her eyes at him.

“One, you’re not a coward. Two, if you tell your mom you quit, you’re going to try to rush yourself back into another tech job, and you need a break. Let her keep thinking this for a while, chill out, work at Noble, lust after Margot. Okay?”

Well. That last part wouldn’t be too hard.

He nodded.

“Okay. And Avery? Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” She took a sip of wine. “Just promise me you’ll let me know if you’re cheating on me with your boss.”

He thought about Margot, smiling at him as they walked back from the tour today.

“If only.”

Avery grimaced, and he laughed.





Six


ON SUNDAY EVENING, AFTER the tasting room was closed, Margot rummaged through the hall closet at the winery. She should be getting ready for the staff dinner that night, but she wanted to find that old landscaping plan for the winery she was sure she’d seen in Uncle Stan’s office years ago. She knew she didn’t have to do the landscaping just the way he’d wanted, but she wanted to at least see what he’d wanted. And maybe then Elliot would be happier about this work, and her plans, and the party. Or, at least, less unhappy.

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