Page 46 of Drunk on Love

He laughed.

“I feel like I should pretend there’s a lot more to do here, and it’s super complicated, so I can get lots of praise, but I’m pretty sure the float switch was just stuck.” He looked at Margot. “Okay if I turn this thing on so we can test it out to see if I was right?”

Margot shrugged.

“Might as well, while we’re here to watch it. And we have lots of towels at the ready and are close to the water off switch, just in case.”

Luke pressed the on button and then held his breath. Hethoughthe was right on this one, but it would be just his luck to be very wrong when he was trying to impress a woman. Who was also his boss.

They both stared at the machine as they waited to see what would happen.

“Oh, there you are, Margot, did you get the— What are we looking at?”

He and Margot both turned to see Elliot there, a cup of coffee in one hand and a pastry in the other.

“We’re looking at the dishwasher,” she said. “It’s broken. Or... was broken, but Luke may have done some magic with it.” She turned to Luke. “I think it’s not leaking anymore.”

He nodded.

“I think you’re right,” he said.

“You’ve saved the day, Luke,” Elliot said.

“Not just the day, but he also saved me from having to write a large check to a plumber for about three minutes of work,” Margot said. “Thanks, Luke.”

He met her eyes. That warm expression was all the thanks he needed.

Well. He probably could have come up with something better. But unfortunately...

“No problem,” he said. “Happy to help.”

Elliot smiled at him and then looked at Margot.

“See? Aren’t I good at hiring? On top of everything else, he’s good with his hands.”

Margot bit her lip, hard.

“Um, you had a question for me, Elliot? Let’s head back into my office.” She walked toward the door to the back. “Thanks again, Luke.”

“No problem.” He grinned at her, and she looked away. Were her cheeks a little flushed?

“Hi!” Luke heard and turned toward the front door, and saw a couple standing there. “We have an appointment at eleven?”

He smiled and beckoned them inside.

“Welcome to Noble Family Vineyards. I’m Luke.”

The first appointment of the day went great—two older couples, obviously relaxed and happy. The men didn’t pay that much attention to him, and the women beamed at him. They didn’t ask many questions and then surprised him by buying two cases of wine between them. Okay, at least his first solo appointment was a success.

At ten minutes to noon, while the eleven o’clock appointment was still relaxing and drinking the last of their wine, the front door opened.

“Hi. We have a noon appointment, but we’re early,” one of the three Black women at the door said. “Is that okay?”

Luke looked down at the reservation list and smiled at them.

“No problem. Monroe, party of three? I’ll get you set up over at this nook in the corner, if that works for the three of you?”

“This definitely works for us,” the shortest of the three said when they followed him over to the corner. “But only two of us will be tasting today. Is that all right?” She nodded at her friends. “I’m sure these two will more than make up for me, though.”

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