Page 35 of Falling for Mr. Wright

Logan came back in a few minutes later and sat back down, grinning like a damn Cheshire cat. “Hey, man.”

Ryan moved his sketch pad off to the side. “Uh, hey. That was fast.”

Logan leaned over and shut the door. “Youreallyaren’t interested in Sarah?”

How many different ways was he going to have to lie to his best friend’s face? He took the most blunt route and hoped for the best. “No.”

“Good, because I asked her out.”

Ryan gripped his pencil, ready to snap it in two.WTF.The dude hadn’t even been gone ten minutes. “Really? What did she say?”

“We’re on for dinner for Friday night, but don’t worry. I know you two are joined at the hip. I won’t get in the way of your friendship. In fact, why don’t you come with us?”

“You want me to be the third wheel on your first date with Sarah?” Sure, that’s exactly what he wanted to do—right up there with trying to cross the Brooklyn Bridge in rush hour in a snowstorm on an empty tank of gas.

Logan laughed. “I was thinking more along the lines of a double date.”

“I don’t know. I’m not seeing anyone at the moment.” That much was true. It’d been a few months since his last date with Kristina, a woman he’d met at his gym. They’d had some fun, but like the others, it had ended with him telling her one night after sex that although she was great, he wasn’t ready to take things to the next level. Didn’t know if he’d ever be.

She’d been fine with it, or so she’d said. The next day, she hadn’t been running on the treadmill at her usual time.

Logan pulled out his phone from his pants pocket. “I know the perfect woman to set you up with. She moved into my building last month. Her name is Corrine. Blond hair. Long legs. Likes sports… Totally your type. I’ll text her right now.”

His type.

His type at the moment was a short, beautiful redhead who’d apparently gotten her Christmas wish only moments ago.

The last thing he wanted was to be a witness to their first date, but if it was going to happen, maybe it would be better to see it with his own eyes. Then he could move on—not that there was anything between him and Sarah to move on from. “Sure. Okay. Set it up.”

“Great. Consider it done.” Logan stood, picking up his finished lunch and plaque. “Thanks again for accepting this award for me. It means a lot.”

“You’re welcome.”

He chuckled. “Maybe I’ll ask Sarah if she can help me hang it up this afternoon.”

You do that.

Ryan reached over for his sketch pad and continued to draw. Was he really going to have to sit through dinner on Friday, watching her fawn all over Logan? What if this date was the beginning to a relationship between the two?

You need to make up your damn mind. Are you going to help her land Logan, or are you going to mope around, feeling jealous?

A vision of Sarah in a long, white wedding dress, dancing in Logan’s arms, popped into his head. He threw his pencil across his desk.

Yep. Jealousy it was.

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