Other than how he couldn’t keep his eyes off the Noble co-owner, just a few feet up ahead of them, looking really good in those jeans and clearly charming the hell out of Pete?
Though . . . she seemed tense. Was it because he was there? Or was there another reason?
“Everything’s been great,” he said. “Still settling in some, and figuring out the wines, but those are good lessons to have to learn.”
Elliot perked up.
“You know, if you ever want to come by the barn and—”
Margot stopped and beckoned both of them forward.
“Okay, Pete—why don’t I show you my vision, and you can let me know what you think? But also, I’m eager to hear your thoughts on what’s worked and what hasn’t for other wineries, since I know you’re experienced at this.”
Margot walked with Pete around the lawn between the winery building and the barn, and Luke and Elliot followed at a slight distance. Her voice was animated as she described how she wanted the path to look, where she wanted greenery, and how she wanted to improve and add to the makeshift outdoor seating area.
“But mostly,” she said as they stopped on the other side of the lawn and looked back over to the winery building, “I want it to feel warm, comfortable, like the kind of place you could relax and drink wine forever. But also like a home. Not like one of those corporate big wineries, everything all pristine and matching, but like you’re in a friend’s large, relaxing, lovely garden, drinking excellent wine. Do you know what I mean?”
Luke did know what she meant. He smiled at the picture she’d created for all of them, at how animated she got, how passionate she was about this idea, how happy the thought of it clearly made her.
“That sounds like an excellent plan, Ms. Noble,” Pete said.
“Margot, please,” she said.
“Margot, then. And one that I think we can accomplish. The timing might be an issue, but I think we might be able to manage it—or, at least enough of it before your event to make it feel good, and we can finish up afterward if there are other pieces of your vision missing.” Pete didn’t even sound like he was kidding when he talked about Margot’s ideas, but then this was his job. Luke was sure he talked about people’s visions all the time. “I have to check in with my team and get back to you. Let me take some pictures and give you a call tomorrow, if that works?”
Margot beamed at Pete. Luke couldn’t take his eyes off her. Why was she smiling at Pete like that? He wanted her to smile at him like that.
“Thanks so much, Pete. Take all the pictures you need.”
On the way back to the winery building, Elliot walked with Pete, and Margot and Luke walked behind them.
“You seemed stressed when we came out here, is everything okay?” Luke asked her. He immediately shook his head. He hadn’t meant to do that. “Never mind, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that.”
Margot looked at him, a soft smile on her lips.
“Was it that obvious?” She sighed. “It was just that I sort of bullied my brother into this party in the first place, and I started having second thoughts. Not about what I want the winery to look like and why, but just about—” She stopped herself and shook her head. “Anyway, we’ll see if we can get it all done on time.”
He wondered what she’d been about to say, but he knew he couldn’t ask.
“Well, you can trust Pete to be honest with you,” he said. “That plan he had to get back to you by tomorrow was wildly optimistic, just FYI—but he does good work and is reliable.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that,” she said. “And yeah, I was already thinking it would be more like this weekend when I heard back from him, but I hoped that if he said tomorrow, it really would happen this weekend.” It had better be by this weekend—if not, Luke would have to call Pete again to check in on this, and he didn’t want to have to call this favor in twice. Especially since he didn’t want Pete—or his mom—to wonder why getting back to Margot was so important to him.
Why was it so important to him?
She just seemed . . . worried about this party, and everything around it. If he could make this part of it easier for her, then he wanted to.
“So, Pete’s your mom’s partner,” Margot said. “Is that why you used to work for him? In the family business for the summer?”
Luke shook his head.
“No, it’s sort of the other way around,” he said. “I worked for him one summer in high school, and that’s how he met my mom.”