Page 68 of Drunk on Love

I hate this, too.

Had she meant that when she’d said it? Really meant it? He had. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take this. Because as much as he loved working at the winery, he hated that it meant nothing could happen between him and Margot. If she even wanted anything to happen, which he had no real idea about.

He shook thoughts of Margot away as he parked a few doors down from his mom’s house.

When he knocked on the door, Pete opened it.

“Oh good, you’re here,” he said, and turned and walked toward the living room.

That was a weird reaction.

“Hey, Mom. Happy...” His voice trailed away as he saw his mom, sitting on the couch, her arm in a blue cast. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

She looked startled to see him, and then smiled at him like nothing was wrong.

“Oh, Luke, look at those flowers! They’re beautiful! Thank you!”

He set the flowers down on the coffee table.

“Oh no, don’t put them there, you should get them in some water, the vases are in the—”

“Forget the flowers,” Luke said. “What happened?”

“Oh.” She looked away from him. “Nothing major, it’s really no big deal. I’m fine, I really am.”

He looked at Pete, who shook his head.

“Lauren.”

His mom sighed.

“I really am fine.”

“Mom.” Luke sat down next to her, and she winced. Shit, he should have sat down a lot slower. “Why is your arm in a cast?”

“I got in a—very minor—car accident last night. That’s all.”

“What?” He stood back up, and his mom winced again. This time he moved to the other side of the room. “You got in a car accident, and no one told me?”

“It was late at night,” she said. “I was going to call you this morning.”

“I wanted to call you last night, but your mother didn’t want you to worry,” Pete said. “I’d just finished telling her she had to call you this morning when you got here.”

“It really was very minor!” his mother said. “Someone making a left turn hit me, they weren’t going that fast, I’m fine! I just have a broken wrist, that’s all.”

“And a totaled car,” Pete said.

She glared at him.

“We don’tknowthe car is totaled.” She turned to Luke. “Just because the airbag went off, Pete thinks it must be. Anyway, I’m going to be fine. And Iwasgoing to call you this morning, I just had to call Beth to make sure she could get to the inn early today since I won’t be in.”

“Or for the next month,” Pete said.

Luke turned to Pete.

“Month?”

“Pete, I really don’t think—”

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