Page 82 of What Happened Last Night

While Will took a shower, I unpacked our bags. The last thing I unpacked was the gift I’d brought for him, buried under my other things. I took it out and set it on the table in the main room. I was suddenly nervous. It wasn’t expensive, but I hoped he liked it.

The shower turned off. I walked into the bedroom as Will tied a towel around his waist. “Are you sure the plan looks good to you?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Luna, I told you before. It looks just fine.”

“Just fine isn’t good enough. It has to be perfect. My boss is a dragon. Impossible to please.”

A smile touched his mouth as he grabbed some clothes from his bag. “I’ve met her. And I’ve heard rumors.”

“False. All false.” I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him dress. Even when we weren’t doing dirty things, I liked watching Will do whatever he was doing. He would always be fascinating and gorgeous in my eyes.

“No work this weekend,” Will said, pulling a T-shirt over his head and hiding my view of his tattoo. “Tell your boss.”

“I’ll pass the message. But I have one question.”

“No questions allowed until Monday morning.”

I sighed.

I was my own boss now. Will had rearranged things. He’d created RKS Marketing, which was separate from the studio operations. RKS Marketing ran all things marketing, not only for the Road Kings, but for the studio, the other bands that would be signed to the RKS label, and eventually the Greenbriar Festival. Websites, ads, and, yes, T-shirts.

We had new office space, because we would soon be hiring admin staff for the festival as well as for me. We had a budget. And Will would need a new assistant.

Though it was best that I wasn’t my boyfriend’s assistant anymore, I’d fought it at first. I liked taking Will’s calls and emails. It was fun. Also, I was positive that no one would be better at it than I was. But I’d rather have the boyfriend than the boss, and I had to give up one of them.

While the Road Kings were deep in rehearsals with Juliet, we reorganized. Soon, the band would play some low-key local gigs in Portland to get used to playing with their temporary bassist. Until then, with no tour on the schedule, we had a lull.

“You’re right,” I said. “No work this weekend.”

There was a knock on the door, and I jumped to my feet. Will’s eyebrows rose.

“I ordered some wine to be sent up,” I said.

When I had closed the door behind the room service guy, I found Will in the middle of the room, looking at my gift on the table. “What’s this?”

“I bought it for you.” I was nervous. “Do you like it?”

He picked it up. It was a box that contained, according to the packaging, four crystal wine glasses.

Will turned the box over in his hands, inspecting it. “This isn’t new,” he said. “It’s vintage.”

“I got them at an estate sale,” I said. “They’re someone’s wedding present. These ones are from 1980.”

He looked up at me, realization in his gaze. “These are the good glasses,” he said. “The ones no one ever used.”

“Never used, because no occasion was good enough.” I held up the bottle in my hand. “Until tonight.”

He bit his lip, then cleared his throat. When he spoke, his voice was slightly rough. “What’s the occasion?”

I shook my head. “We don’t need one. No one needs one. We’re here together. Tonight. Life is too short to wait for an occasion. I’m here with you. To me, that’s the occasion.”

Will put the box down. He stepped toward me, took the bottle out of my hands, and put it down, too. Then he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

I understood, now, why he liked giving gifts. “You’re welcome,” I whispered back.

He kissed me again for a long time. I was right where I needed to be. The only place I wanted to be.

“Let’s open the box,” he said, “and celebrate.”

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