When my latest shift at the nearby café ended, I hung up my apron and ducked under the counter, punching out quickly before I headed down the sidewalk and back to Valentina’s place.
It was convenient—only a few blocks away—and when I approached, I found her putting something in my old-but-new-to-me clunker of a car. I’d sold my Audi the day after I cut up my credit cards, and still hadn’t decided what to do with the money left over after I bought my clunker. My parents refused to accept the excess back since the car had been a graduation gift, but I knew I wasn’t that person anymore. I felt like a fraud driving a car I hadn’t paid for myself.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
She looked up at me, her eyes wide, reminding me of a cat that had been caught with its paw in the fishbowl. “Nothing.”
“Come on, what’s up?”
“Look, I’m just . . . I’m trying to help.”
I rounded the car and peered inside to see my own purple suitcase in the backseat, alongside Valentina’s bright orange one.
“What’s going on?” I asked, a sizzle of apprehension running through me.
She offered me a hesitant smile. “Okay, so . . . we’re going to Texas.” She raised her hands and wiggled her fingers with a little squeal of excitement. “Surprise!”
Stunned, I stared at her. “We can’t go to Texas, Val. It’s a grueling drive. Which I know because I just drove it. And besides, I’ve got a job—”
“Oh, that?” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “I quit it for you.”
“You what?” I shouted, my stomach pitching.
Valentina smiled a little wider. “Yeah, I called them a few minutes ago, pretending I was you, and told them today was your last shift because you had a sick relative out of town who needed you.”
I blinked, unsure of what to even say to that.
“Oh, please, you hated that job, Charlotte. And if you want it so bad, they said they totally understood and you could come back anytime. Fact is, I’m sick of watching you sit around and mope. If what you and Luke have is it, like the real-deal true love? Then you need to make an effort for it.”
“But what about what he wants?”
“Well, you’re clearly not happy here, honey. Plus, you said you think he has a problem with women leaving. If you want to prove to him how different you are, going back would mean the world to him.” Valentina shrugged. “Sounds simple enough to me. We can drive in shifts to shave some time off the trip, and when we get there, I’ll find a hotel to shack up in and make a fun vacation of it. Come on, say yes.”
I looked at the car and flattened my lips into a line as I tried not to let my excitement build. Just because I went back to Shady Grove didn’t mean that Luke would want to see me once I got there.
That fear lodged in my throat, so instead I voiced another of my fears that made me a little less panicky. “Do you think this hunk of junk can even make it that far?”
“Only one way to find out. All you have to do is get in and drive.”
I glanced from her to the steering wheel, thinking of the painful drive here. I hadn’t seen any of the sweeping desert landscape or the pretty sunsets. I’d been too distracted by my tears and the ache in my chest. The chance to see it all again . . .
Hell, who was I kidding? The chance to see Luke again?
I’d give just about anything for that.
When I slid into the driver’s seat, Valentina jumped for joy, literally hopped up and down before climbing in beside me, all smiles.
“You’re my hero right now. Look at you, all badass and awesome and taking a risk. I’m so proud of you.”
“Calm down,” I said with a chuckle. “We’re going to chase a boy. It’s not like we discovered the cure for cancer.”
To be honest, I was only playing it cool. If I had my way, I’d have done somersaults and cartwheels all down the street at the idea of seeing Luke again. This was who I wanted to be all along—a woman who knew what she wanted and grabbed life by the balls. I just needed a little shove from my bestie.
But what would Luke do when he saw me? What would he say?
Jesus, what if I got there and he wasn’t alone? Could he have found another girl in the week that I’d been gone?
Dread coiled through me at that thought, and Valentina and I discussed it at length over the next several hours, along with my speech for Luke once we arrived. We laughed and talked about what we’d do when we got to Shady Grove, and I promised her a day trip to Austin since she’d sacrificed so much for my love life.
• • •
Two days later, my heart started pounding as I drove through San Antonio.
Valentina woke up from her nap, rubbing her eyes as she blinked up at me. “Are we getting close?” she asked, her voice still husky from sleep.
“Yup.” My palms suddenly slick, I swiped one hand on my shorts.
I’d been so focused on how right things could go when I saw Luke again, I hadn’t really considered the alternative. It was only sinking in now that if he rejected me, I could be making the return drive tomorrow . . . completely heartsick. Vacation plan or no, there was no way I could stay in Shady Grove if Luke didn’t want me there. Every single inch of that town was a searing reminder of our time together. Staying there would be like pouring salt in a wound over and over again.
I sucked in a steadying breath and shot her a tight smile. “Almost there.”
“What are you going to do when you see him?” she asked, her drowsiness fading as she got that rah-rah life-coach look in her eyes.
“I’m . . .” I let out a deep sigh, trying to push out all my fears and negative feelings along with it. “I’m going to tell him that I’m not asking him for any promises; I’m just asking for a chance. That I’m going to stay and give this a try, and that no matter what he thinks based on his ex’s behavior, I know this can work. I’m going to tell him that I haven’t been the same without him, and that . . .”
“That?” she prompted me when I hesitated.
“I’m going to tell him that I love him.” I groaned and squeezed the wheel more tightly. “It’s crazy that we only spent a week together, but I fell hard and fast. I can’t go on without knowing I gave this a fair shake.”
“That’s my girl.” Valentina gave me an approving nod.
I practiced my little speech all the way down the interstate until I finally took the exit that led into Shady Grove. From there, the trip to the Wilder property was quick and easy. My heart thundered as I took the turn for the distillery, and when I reached the end of the road, my heart stopped beating altogether.
Not because I saw Luke, although that would have done it.
Nope, my normal bodily functions had ceased because I was certain the Mercedes parked in the little visitor lot next to the barn belonged to none other than one Prescott Billingsley the Sixth.
Dear God, what the hell is happening?
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Luke
“You can’t be serious,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief.
The other man nodded, then tipped his glass to me. “Pardon my language, but it’s been nothing short of a fucking disaster. Her parents are calling me every day asking if I’ve heard from her, and she’s not picking up her damned phone. It’s been a total shit show.”
“To be left at the altar like that, though.” I let out a low whistle of sympathy.
I thought it had been bad to have an engagement ring returned to me. But to have all my friends and family see me get dumped on what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life? I could hardly imagine.
Worse yet, I couldn’t figure out why a woman would leave him. He was a decent-looking guy with sandy hair and nice, kind eyes. If he was looking to invest in someone else’s business, he was clearly well off and good with his money. In the few moments we’d spent together, he’d even cracked a joke or two.
I guess that just goes to show you. You never know what can happen in this life.
After the last week, I should have known that better than anyone. I’d barely slept a wink since Charlotte left me, and I’d known she was leaving. All I could think of was getting close to her again. Imagine this poor guy with his fiancée jilting him like that when he’d planned on forever with her? She must have been a real piece of work.