Page 59 of Falling for Mr. Wright

From his many conversations with Sarah, he knew she missed her parents. Mrs. Scott would, no doubt, be welcomed into Sarah’s life, but therein lay the problem. What if they got along so well that Mrs. Scott came to her own conclusion that Sarah would be perfect for her son?

He shook his head. If Sarah and Logan’s inevitable coupling was going to happen, maybe it should go ahead and happen already.

What he needed to do was stop obsessing over what he couldn’t control and focus on what he could. He pulled out his phone, tapping on his text messages. Corrine had sent him a text an hour ago asking if he’d like to get together for happy hour. He hadn’t responded.

One drink could be fun, and she did deserve some sort of an explanation for his bailing on their date, or at the very least an in-person apology. After all, she probably wondered why he didn’t simply return to the restaurant after taking Sarah home.

He started to tap a yes but stopped. Was it really fair to lead Corrine on when he had feelings for Sarah, even if they were one-sided? He slid his phone back in his pocket. It wasn’t, and he wasn’t ready to give up.

What he should be doing was asking Sarah out for drinks, and that’s exactly what was going to happen. He’d look up a private place for them to go near the office when he got back to his desk and send her a text.

Then, across a dimly lit table, he’d lay it all out there. He’d admit that their night together had meant something to him, and that he had real feelings for her.

It would be an enormous step, but his losing any chance with Sarah was on the line. He needed to man up.

Liking that plan, he turned the corner for the storage room to see Mary Beth standing outside the door sporting a huge scowl, arms crossed.

“Hey, Mary Beth.”What has her so pissed off?He stopped, hearing the unmistakable sound of a familiar male laugh. “Is Logan in the storage room?”

“Yeah, and don’t bother interrupting. Sarah’s in there with him, probably getting her holiday bonus a few weeks early,” she huffed, and flounced away.

Ryan stood motionless, holding the empty toner cartridge.You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.Sarah was supposed to be gone for the day. Why was she in the supply room—alone with Logan?

And what the fuck were they doing inside there that had his best friend laughing like a hyena? Anger pulsed through him, and he turned the knob, opening the door.

“Ryan!” Sarah said much louder than her normal voice. “I was just coming to see you.”

He would have believed her if it wasn’t for the fact her face was currently two inches from Logan’s, and she sounded breathless.

“Um…I’m sorry to interrupt.”

“We were sorting decorations, and Logan was helping me get untangled.” She pointed to the lights in Logan’s hands.

I bet he was.Ryan crossed the room and threw his empty cartridge in the recycle bin, searching for the box of toner.

“It’s over to the left,” Sarah said.

“Thanks,” he grumbled, refusing to make eye contact with either of them.God dammit.Was this really happening again? Seriously, what was wrong with him that once again, the woman he loved went running for one of his friends?

Ah, shit.

I love Sarah.

Great fucking timing for that revelation.

“Carry on whatever you were doing.” Grabbing a new toner cartridge, he stalked out.

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