Page 61 of Drunk on Love

“It’s no problem. You’re just right—” He stopped for a second. “I’m sure it’s not too out of my way to take you home,” he finished.

Good save, Luke.

Margot rescued her tote bag from the passenger seat of the truck and turned to Luke’s car.

“Ready?” Luke asked.

She nodded.

“Yep, I’ve got everything. Drive carefully, Elliot.”

He ignored her, like she knew he would.

She and Luke got in his car and pulled away.

Twelve

MARGOT DIDN’T SAY ANYTHINGas they drove out of the parking lot. Neither did Luke. When they pulled onto the main road, as if that was some sort of signal, they both started talking at once.

“I’m sorry if I—”

“I hope it’s okay to—”

They both stopped, and then laughed.

“You first,” Margot said.

Luke smiled at her, and then his smile faded.

“I was just going to say—I’m sorry if I said yes to Elliot too quickly. I’d understand if you didn’t want me to drive you home. I haven’t—really—apologized for what happened in your office, and I need to.”

She shook her head.

“You have nothing to apologize for. I could have stopped you at any point. I didn’t.”

He turned and looked at her.

“Yeah, you could have. But still.”

She waved that away.

“I appreciate it, but it was my fault, too,” she said.

She tugged the ponytail holder out of her hair and let it down. It probably looked terrible, but the breeze from the open windows felt so good.

“Anyway,” she said. “You didn’t say yes to my brother too quickly. I think we both needed a break from one another. I was going to say that I hope it’s okay to impose on you in this way, and on your day off.” She untangled her hair with her fingers. “Oh God, I just remembered—you were with your family, you probably had plans for later!”

He shook his head.

“No, my mom had to get back to the inn, don’t worry about that.”

She relaxed against the seat and closed her eyes. It felt good to sit here, and have someone else be in charge, after a day of working and socializing and being on and dealing with Elliot. She was exhausted.

“Well, thanks again,” she said. “A few more minutes of that and Elliot and I might have murdered each other. No, I should be accurate—Elliot is far too levelheaded to do something like murder. I would have been the one murdering him—that’s on me.”

She must bereallytired. Luke worked for them, for God’s sake. Why did she constantly forget that when she was around him?

“I shouldn’t have said that, I’m sorry. That was wildly unprofessional of me. Again. Forget you heard that.”

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