Page 92 of Drunk on Love

Oh.

“Did you have plans with her tonight?”

He shook his head.

“No, I was just at home—I hadn’t heard from you, so I figured you were busy, and I got that text from Avery.” He looked around and let go of her hand. “Is she here? I got distracted when I saw you, but I guess I should find her.”

Margot looked up at Sydney.

“You’re welcome,” her friend mouthed, with a very smug grin on her face.

Margot tried to glare at her, but she couldn’t keep the smile off her lips.

“Sorry I didn’t text,” she said. “Avery’s not here. I think thisis a situation where my friend conspired with your friend to get us together tonight, and I can’t be mad about it at all.”

Luke laughed and reached for her hand again.

“Well, I guess I need to thank them both, then.”

Margot picked up her champagne glass. She suddenly felt very silly about coming here, ignoring her phone, ignoring him. It would have been one thing if she’d made plans with Sydney on purpose, but she’d just done this to prove a point to herself, and to Luke. A stupid point.

“I should have texted,” she said. “I, um, thought we maybe needed a night off. I didn’t want you to get tired of me.”

Luke laughed again, but stopped when he looked at her face.

“You’re not serious?” He looked at her for a moment. “Is that a nice way to say that you needed a break from me? Because if so, you can just say that.”

She shook her head.

“No, that wasn’t it.” That’s why she hadn’t texted him that she had other plans, she realized. Because she’d wanted to see him. “I didn’t. I don’t. But it’s been every night this week, and I didn’t want us to—” She didn’t know how to finish that sentence, not in a way that wouldn’t reveal too much. “I thought maybe you’d be busy. Or that you might want to spend a night in your own bed.”

He laughed.

“Why would I want to be alone in my bed if there was the slightest possibility I could be with you in yours?”

He said it so casually, like it was obvious that’s what he would want. This man made her feel so good.

Sydney strolled up to them and set a glass down in front of Luke.

“Let me know if there’s anything else you want, Luke. I remember you liked Uncle Nearest last time.”

It felt really good, to be here with him at the bar, with his hand in hers, and her friend grinning at them.

“You have an excellent memory,” he said. “And thank you. For the drink and everything else.”

Sydney smirked.

“Anytime.”

Luke looked down at his drink, but Sydney kept looking at Margot.

“Not serious?” she mouthed.

Margot did glare at her this time, and Sydney just laughed.

“What?” Luke asked.

“Nothing,” Margot said.

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