Page 5 of Falling for Mr. Wright

Ducking her head, Sarah slipped out of his office and disappeared around the corner.

“I got really lucky with that one,” Logan said and took a seat. “She’s so efficient. If I ever lost her, I don’t know what I’d do.”

The man was clearly oblivious to Sarah’s blatant interest. Logan had never fully grasped how women reacted to him. High school was a different story—one he chose not to revisit—but their college dorm room had been a revolving door of girls doing anything they could to catch his eye.

“Whatever happened to Andie Carpenter?” Ryan asked.

“Who?”

“Andie Carpenter. From college. Short blonde who would hang out and watch hockey with us freshman year. She’d smuggle us beer she’d bought with her fake ID.”

“Ah, yes. Idoremember her.” Logan smiled. “I thought she liked us. Why do you think she stopped coming around?”

“Not ‘us.’You.And it was because she gave up and moved on to the RA down the hall.” Ryan returned to his desk and tucked the slip of paper with his Secret Santa name underneath his Starbucks cup. “So, what brings you by?”

“Just checking in on the call this morning. How did it go?”

“It was good. Short.” A vision of Sarah hyperventilating into the Santa hat flashed through his mind. “I think the Vert Tower folks are ready to sign off on the redesigns for the first ten floors of office space. I’m telling you—this building is going to put NPH on the map.”

“That’s what I’m banking on. Lease space is going to be in hot demand when we’re done with it. I’m getting calls to negotiate deals daily.” Logan flashed a signature dimple. “I might go ahead and move NPH into it.”

“I’d love a corner office on the top floor.”

“You keep on doing what you’re doing, and I’ll give you an entire floor.”

“Done.” Ryan chuckled, knowing it wasn’t that easy, but he’d been working on this project nonstop over the last five years. It was the main reason Logan had hired him. Ryan led the charge to outfit the corporations who’d leased office space from NPH with sustainable architecture from the floors to the ceilings, and every office, cubicle, and open space in between.

It was equally exhilarating and gratifying to design buildings that he hoped would have a lasting impact for years to come. At the end of the day, he believed that NPH was making a difference, and damn, did that feel good.

“Oh, and there’s something else.” Logan reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a folded paper. He passed it over the desk to Ryan.

“What’s this?”

“My speech.”

“Speech?”

Logan frowned. “Yeah, for the Westbrook gala. I’d love to hear what you think.”

Groaning inwardly, Ryan unfolded the paper. He’d forgotten that their school’s annual winter gala was this weekend. Logan was receiving an alumni achievement award—the only reason Ryan had even considered going.

Visiting Westbrook wasn’t something he did often. His plan was to arrive right before the awards ceremony started and make an early dash for the door the minute it was over. “Did you give me credit for all of your success like we discussed?”

“Of course I did,” Logan said. “I gave you props for the time you took one for the team and asked Jen Harper’s best friend to the prom junior year so that Jen would go with me.”

Ryan shuddered, remembering his awkward date with Suzy Donaldson, the frizzy-haired brunette who’d talked most of the evening about dissecting bugs. “You still owe me for sacrificing my junior prom to support your quest to get laid.”

“Who says it paid off?”

Yeah, right.Ryan shook his head. He’d known better the night of the prom—his best friend getting laid wasexactlywhat had happened—but no one would ever accuse Logan Scott of bragging or showing off. It wasn’t his style.

Plus, a year later, Ryan had gone to his senior prom with the girl of his teenage dreams—his then-girlfriend, Melanie Daniels.

Logan’s cell buzzed. He picked it up and frowned. “Sorry, I’ve got to take this.”

Ryan watched him go and leaned back in his chair. He’d thought senior prom would only be the beginning for him and Melanie. Even attending separate colleges hours away hadn’t kept them apart. Then, a month before graduation, he’d asked her to marry him.

They’d still be together this weekend if she hadn’t dumped him two weeks before their wedding. Worse, she’d turned around and married his former football teammate, Jeff McGee.

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