Page 141 of Drunk on Love

“Mmmm, I’d give it some time.”

Luke laughed.

“I figured.”

He smiled at her over their glasses.

“I didn’t mean to come here and fall in love with you, but I’m so glad I did.”

She grinned at him.

“I’m so glad you did, too.”

They clicked glasses and each took a sip.

Sydney walked by, picked up the untouched glass of water in front of Luke, and walked away.

Margot looked at Luke, and he looked back at her. They burst out laughing.

Epilogue

Four months later

WHEN THE ALARM WENToff early that morning, Luke was already awake. Margot turned over in bed and kissed him on the shoulder, her eyes still closed.

“You’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?” she asked.

He laughed at her. He loved her like this, first thing in the morning, so cuddly and soft and warm, that way she smiled at him, like she was so surprised and happy to find him there in her bed, even though they woke up together almost every morning.

“I’m really not.” He traced the line of her jaw with his finger. “You had your chance to know before. You’ll find out when we get to the airport.”

Margot sighed dramatically, even though he knew she didn’t really mind. A month before, he’d told her to reserve a week for him, for a surprise. Now the week was here.

The past four months had been busy and had been exactly what he wanted. Once his mom was back at the inn, he spent a month really thinking about what he wanted to do next. What he wanted, not what he thought he should want. What he’d liked the best about his old job—when he had liked it—and why he’d enjoyed working at the winery so much. He’d talked to people, done a bunch of research, and eventually started a new, mostly remote job at an education-related tech company two months ago. He got paid a lot less than he would have at his old job, but instead of dealing with stressful meetings and bosses and coworkers who seemed in constant competition with him, he worked with people he liked and respected, he did some of the kind of work that he’d enjoyed from his old job, and he also got to travel around to do trainings for people just getting into this line of work, which he loved. So far, his new job was great. And no one seemed to care that he was taking a week off to go on vacation with his girlfriend.

“A surprise vacation sounded better when it was like, a month away, and I didn’t have to pack blindly, for a whole week. And what about restaurant reservations? Or... we’ve never been on a plane together—what if you put me in the aisle seat?”

He kissed her again.

“You are in the window seat, I’ve been out to dinner with you enough to know that you always want to sit by the window. But even if I was wrong about that, I would have switched with you. And you’ll be pleased to know that I got some expert advice on restaurant reservations.”

“Wait. You told Sydney where we’re going?”

He laughed. Sydney had been very helpful.

“No comment. And do not even try to tell me you had to pack blindly, I gave you a very detailed packing list.”

He hid a smile at the thought of the packing list he’d given her. It had been carefully calibrated to give her no real idea where they were going.

She rolled her eyes.

“Yes, I was referring to your packing list when I said I had to pack blindly. I know that was a fakeout, but I did what it said and packed a sun hat, swimsuits, two sweaters, and a cocktail dress, along with all of the other random stuff you came up with. Don’t ever tell me I’m not obedient.”

He pushed her onto her back and rolled on top of her.

“I would never tell you that.”

She laughed again and pulled him down to her. Her hands roamed from his shoulders down to his waist.

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