Page 37 of Falling for Mr. Wright

Sarah had texted a picture of herself holding up what appeared to be dry cleaning with the message. “Special delivery.”

He grinned, texting her back.

Are those pants pressed?

Yes. Text me your address. I’ll Uber over.

His heart began to pound against his rib cage. She wanted to come over? How the hell did she get his dry cleaning?

It took him all of five seconds to text her where he lived.

Twenty minutes later, his intercom buzzed.

“Hey. Come on up. It’s apartment 402,” he said into the intercom and buzzed her into the building. Outside his door, he waited until a bundled-up Sarah appeared holding his dry cleaning on hangers behind her back.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” she repeated, handing over his shirts and pants.

“I can’t believe they just gave these to you. Let me give you some money.” He laid the dry cleaning over his recliner and reached down for his messenger bag to get his wallet. “I’ll have to have a talk with them for giving my pants to a total stranger,” he said, pulling out two twenties and handing them to her.

“I told them I’m your girlfriend,” she said, batting her eyelashes.

In my dreams.“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She glanced around his living room. “So, this is your place?” she asked, moving over to the large impressionist painting over his couch. His sister had hung it up along with some other prints throughout the apartment. The little sneak had waited until he’d gone away for a guy’s weekend to Atlantic City with Logan and a couple college friends to redecorate. She’d known he’d give her shit about making his apartment too girly, but she’d also known he wouldn’t make her take anything down.

“I blame Bridget for the decor.”

He took her coat and draped it over his recliner on top of the dry cleaning. “Can I get you a beer?”

“Sure.”

His heart sped up as he watched Sarah making herself comfortable, looking sexy as hell in her new royal-blue dress and tall black boots.

Did she really just come over to hand off his dry cleaning? He suspected something else might be on her mind. He quickly retrieved two bottles of beer, twisted the cap open on hers, and brought them over to the couch.

“Thank you.” She took the bottle and tilted it back, way back.

Yep something was definitely on her mind. “So…” He slid down next to her. “I heard Logan asked you out.”

Sarah turned to face him, her boot accidentally touching his leg, sending a jolt up his entire body.

“Yeah.” She narrowed her eyes. “Did you know he was going to?”

He shook his head. “No.”

She sighed and slumped back onto the couch. “I had his Secret Santa gifts, and after he dumped them on my desk, he asked me out.”

“Romantic.”

She gave a short laugh, but that was her only response.

Loud sirens went off in his head, and he sat up, taking note of her body language. Did Sarah not want to go out with Logan? “So…are you happy he asked you out?”

She propped up her elbow on the back of the couch and supported her head with her hand. “I guess. I mean it’s what I’ve been working toward.”

“Right. The plan.” Call off the alarms. He took a long drink, drowning the disappointment growing inside him. “Glad you got what you wanted.”

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