Page 14 of Falling for Mr. Wright

“Did anyone under fifty notice?”

She laughed. “Idid.”

“Mmm. I’ll be sure to keep that shirt, then.”

Her cheeks went pink and she looked away.Interesting…

She finished her cinnamon roll and reached for her coffee. “Anyway, are you ready to see your ex?”

Way to redirect the conversation.He shrugged. “Does anyone ever want to see an ex?”

“Probably not. How long has it been?”

“I haven’t seen or spoken to her since we broke up.”

“You never tried once to get in touch?”

“Nope.”

She gave him a dubious look.

“No. Seriously. That ship sailed a long time ago. Although, I admit it—it’ll be fun to have you on my arm and let the gossip spin. The people in Westbrook love to talk.”

“Oh, right. The mysterious redhead.” She pursed her lips and tossed her long hair. “I promise to be the perfect ‘are they or aren’t they’ foil.”

He laughed. “You packed a slinky black dress along with those heels, right?”

She nodded. “Yes. In fact, I’ve got two. Maybeyoushould choose which one I wear to be your hot friend from the office?”

The thought of her spinning around in front of him in a sexy black dress sent a signal to his lower region. That, and the image of peeling said dress off of her while running his mouth down her neck. What he wouldn’t give to get the chance.

Now wasn’t the time to get a hard-on, so he steered the conversation back to the topic of his ex. “Truth be told, Melanie did me a favor calling off the wedding. Jeff’s a better match. She likes money, and he makes a lot of it. He’s in finance, not to mention came to their marriage with a big trust fund like most of my former classmates.” He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. “She also wouldn’t have been happy in a big city, and there was no way I was going to stay in Westbrook.”

“I can appreciate that. I felt the same way about Montana. I needed to experience a vibrant, urban surrounding, and there’s no place on earth like New York City to live and work.”

She opened the Tupperware container and took another cinnamon roll, pulling it apart and offering him half. “God, these are amazing. I’m so glad I didn’t whip up my special Saturday breakfast this morning. I’d have been too full and missed out.”

“What’s your special Saturday breakfast?”

She grinned. “Pancakes coated with peanut butter and drizzled with syrup.”

He scrunched his nose. “Peanut butter? Really?”

“Don’t knock it until you try it. I’ve been eating them that way for most of my life.” She bit into the cinnamon roll, and moaned again. “Bridget really should consider opening her own bakery.”

“I’ll be sure to tell her you said that.”

“I’ll be her first customer.” She took another bite. “So, tell me about Logan.”

He glanced over, his gaze landing on her pretty lips that he was 100 percent sure were sugary sweet from the cinnamon roll. He’d love to pull off the road and kiss her to confirm it. He snapped his head straight, focusing on the Ford Escape in front of him. “Um…he’s… Okay, yeah. He’s a hoarder.” There. Totally true and should throw one insanely organized Sarah for a loop.

She blinked, the cinnamon roll halted halfway to her lips. “Seriously?”

“Yep, big time.” He grabbed his coffee cup and took a sip, bracing for her next few questions. After having lunch with her all year, he knew Sarah well enough to know she wouldn’t let that one go without explanation. Or anything that interested her.

It was one of the things he liked most about her.

“What does he hoard?” she asked, her voice full of skepticism.

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