Page 58 of Falling for Mr. Wright

“Classic ornaments for architects.” He pulled the box of lights down, setting it near her.

She snickered. “No. Actually, I haven’t.”

“My dad used to love these holiday parties. He would talk about them after the fact for months.”

“Were they as crazy as the last two?”

“Even more, I’m sure. It’s why I kept his tradition of doing them in the cafeteria and not a bar or restaurant. My dad liked having the whole team together, celebrating the company’s successes under their roof, as he liked to call it.”

“Theirroof?”

“He truly believed this place only existed because of the people inside it.” He maneuvered to the other side of the room, pulling a lid off a huge plastic container. “It’s the reason I changed the company name. To honor my dad’s legacy.”

Sarah cocked her head in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

“NPH are the first three letters of the three staff members who were here when it all began—Nancy, Paul, and Hillary.”

Sarah studied her boss, genuinely touched by what he’d revealed. His devotion to this company and his dad’s memory shined through. He really was an outstanding guy. One day, he’d make some woman happy, just not her. “You really are a great leader.”

“Thank you. I do my best.”

“So, the rumor of you losing a bet to Neil Patrick Harris isn’t true?”

“No. I know that might be disappointing to hear.” He chuckled and rummaged through the ornaments.

“Any luck finding your dad’s decorations?” she asked.

“No, I don’t see them.”

“Try the big green container by the exit. I bet they’re in there.” She nodded toward the door and got started on untangling the lights. “Who the hell put these away last year?” Her voice rose as she attempted to untwist the lights but was only making it worse. “Dammit. It’s like they threw them in the box.”

Logan maneuvered to the door, shutting it.

Sarah whipped around, causing the lights to get further tangled around her waist. “Dammit. Wait. What are you doing?”

“It’s probably better to have this closed if the decorations are going to get such a rise out of you. I don’t need human resources demanding my assistant take an anger-management class.”

“No more swearing, I promise. But seriously, this is ridiculous. Who didn’t coil these up before storing them away?” She attempted to detangle herself, unable to figure out where the lights started and where they ended.

He came over and reached for the strand, holding it up so that she could move under it. “Guilty. I put all the decorations away last year.”

“What? You did?” She stopped spinning around and blinked. “Why?”

Giving a hearty chuckle, he found the opening, and brought it down, motioning for her to step through. “Because a certain assistant of mine was fast asleep in my office and wasn’t available to show me the proper way to store them.”

She shot back up and teetered on her heels, her cheeks warming. “You saw that?”

“I see a lot. I notice a lot, too. You’re beautiful when you blush,” he said, reaching out and stroking her cheek with the back of his knuckle.

Oh, God, no. Logan’s going to kiss me.Sarah stood, paralyzed. This couldn’t be happening.

You’re not the man I’ve fallen for.

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Ryan turned the corner for the supply closet for a replacement toner cartridge for his printer. After returning from Vert Tower, he’d spent the afternoon working on final designs for the five floors that would be available to lease this summer. He’d turned up Pandora and had gotten to work, a welcome distraction to keep him from thinking about Sarah and where she’d spent her day.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like the idea of her spending time with Mrs. Scott. He liked it very much. Logan’s mom was like his second mother and had always been good to him.

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