Page 44 of Falling for Mr. Wright

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” She brought her drink up to her lips and took a sip. “Having my very own Super Bowl ring? Youshouldfeel sorry for me.”

He laughed. “Touché.”

“And I have a spare if you’d like to borrow one sometime.”

“Ryan wouldn’t be caught dead with it.” Logan motioned for Corrine to hand over her glass so he could refill her wine. “Ryan’s a huge Jets fan. It’s the only thing the guy can commit to.” He handed Corrine’s wine back.

Ryan stared at his friend.So, we’re going there this early in the evening?Who cared if he had commitment issues? He reached for the wine bottle from Logan, refilling his glass. “Probably why I don’t commit,” he said, taking a long sip.

“Maybe you need a winning team to support?” Corrine offered and batted her eyelashes.

“Maybe…”

“Ryan and I played football,” came a statement he didn’t expect. Ryan whipped his head in Sarah’s direction. Why was she bringing that up?

“Is that right?” Logan asked, sending an all-knowing smirk across the table aimed at Ryan.

Oblivious that Logan knew about the football-field kiss, Sarah continued, waving her empty martini glass in the air. “He was extremely thorough. Even showed me how he celebrates a tackle. It was very…interactive.”

Ryan choked on his drink. What had gotten into her?

“Did he do one of those funny dances and spike the ball?” asked Corrine.

“Not quite. He chose to do something else,” she said, cocking her head and staring straight at him with pursed lips.

Oh fuck.Ryan eyed her drink. How much alcohol was in that thing?

“Sarah, would you like some water?” Without waiting for her to answer, Logan filled the empty glass next to her.

“Thank you.” She stood and reached for her purse, slinging the strap over her shoulder. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom.”

Ryan watched as Sarah skirted around tables and bolted out of the room.Holy shit.She wasjealous.Whatever was going on inside her pretty head, Logan seemed not to be that concerned, diverting his attention to discussing the menu and pointing out different dishes to Corrine.

Had he gotten his Hail Mary? Ryan set his napkin aside. Maybe, but he’d initiated their kissing twice. If Sarah was jealous, it was high timeshetook the lead and told him what she wanted—strike that,whoshe wanted. “If you two will excuse me as well…”

He maneuvered through the restaurant to the front lobby, where a pretty hostess pointed in the direction of the restrooms down the hallway.

He stopped in front of the ladies’ room, raking his hand through his hair. A minute went by with one woman coming out followed by two more, but no Sarah.

What am I doing?Logan was her date, he wasn’t. He paced the hallway, his frustration building. This was all fucked up. He should have told Sarah how he felt. Instead he was waiting for her to come out of the bathroom—and to say what?

He turned to go back to the dining room but stopped in front of the glass door. Fresh air to clear his thoughts sounded good right about now. He was in no hurry to get back to the table.

Not with Sarah sitting across from him.

He pushed open the glass door but stopped dead in his tracks.

Sarah was in the parking lot, coat on, leaning against his BMW in what seemed to be a heated conversation with herself, her arms crossed.

Heart pounding, he pushed open the door and beelined straight for his car because enough was enough. There was something he needed to get out of his system—and from Sarah’s display at the table, out of hers, too.

…

“I cannot be jealous. I amnotinterested in Ryan Wright. Ryan is my friend. Nothing more,” Sarah muttered. “He’s on a date with someone else. I’m here with the man I want. The plan is going perfectly.”

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