Page 66 of Falling for Mr. Wright

All that had changed the night on the football field, and her feelings for Ryan had only grown stronger the night they’d made love.

She wanted Ryan asking her on a date, Ryan finding an excuse to meet her in the storage room, Ryan’s lips mere inches from hers—not Logan’s.

But that revelation was a day too late.

I deserve to be alone.She shook her head and glanced over at the desk clock next to Logan’s phone. It was almost time for the Secret Santa exchange.

Pretty soon they’d be opening gifts. Mary Beth had already been given eleven out of her twelve presents throughout the day. What would she think of the Cocoa Puffs? Was Logan planning to take the accountant home with him tonight?

Probably, now that Sarah had brushed off his advances, but that was okay. More than okay. Logan wasn’t the guy for her.

She stood and pushed her feet back into her high heels. Like it or not, she needed to stop being a chicken and join the party. She was Paul’s Secret Santa, and she’d bought him slippers that he’d be able to warm up in his microwave, because he’d mentioned that his sister had gotten him a pair that he’d ruined in the washer.

Ryan would surely be in the cafeteria by now. Would he talk to her as if their blowup in the elevator had never occurred or avoid her like the plague? She couldn’t decide which would be worse: him still being pissed off and giving her a cold shoulder or approaching her all smiles like yesterday had never happened.

Not liking either scenario, she decided that once she got there, she’d hang in the doorway doing her best not to make eye contact with him. Then, she’d fake a migraine and hightail it out of there the first chance she got.

Mustering up all her courage, she exited Logan’s office and ran smack into her boss holding a white box with a big red bow.

“Sarah, I thought I’d find you here.”

“I was just…um…” She stepped back. “Looking for some tape.”

He set the present down on the side of her desk and reached down for the dispenser next to her computer, handing it over. “Is this what you were looking for?” He smirked.

“Yeah. Thanks,” she said wryly, taking the tape. Her gaze rested on the gift. She’d personally put the Cocoa Puffs in a festive gift bag and dropped it off to the table earlier. “Did you want to give Mary Beth another present?”

“No.” He picked it up off the desk and gave it to her. “It’s for you.”

Sarah took the box, her mouth opening, but nothing came out. For the last two years, Logan had given her a company Christmas card with a cash bonus. “Thank you,” she said, unsure if she wanted it, particularly if it was something more intimate.

“It’s from your Secret Santa.”

“Oh.” She stared down at the name tag that did in fact have her name on it. “Why are you giving my present to me now? Shouldn’t I open it in the cafeteria along with the others?”

“Actually, I was given instructions to escort you to the conference room.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Why?”

“I don’t know.” Logan stepped toward her and offered her his arm. “Shall we go find out?”

Sarah cocked her head. Maybe Mary Beth wasn’t the only one whose Secret Santa wanted to keep her on her toes. Intrigued, she took his arm. “Okay. I guess you’re in charge.”

Logan led her past the cafeteria. They could see Mary Beth on stage, starting to pull the tissue paper from her gift bag.

“Hold on.” Logan stopped and stepped back into the doorway. “I don’t want to miss this.”

Sarah peeked in, scanning the room for Ryan. With everyone now gathered for the Secret Santa exchange, it was hard to tell if he was in there. She stood on her toes but couldn’t see him.

Maybe not being able to spot him was a good thing. After the fight they’d had in the elevator, it was probably best if she gave him his space. Give it a couple days so he could cool off, and they could go back to having lunch like they always did.

She smiled at that thought. They’d get pizza slices from around the corner, and he’d bring in a chocolate cake of his sister’s for them to split. They’d talk about how their week was going, and she’d ask him about his date with Corrine.

Her head dropped, and she focused on her shoes. She didn’t want to ask him how his date had gone—she didn’t want to know.

“Cocoa Puffs!”

Sarah glanced back up to see Mary Beth now on the stage.

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