Page 69 of Falling for Mr. Wright

“On a little adventure.” She leaned across her desk, picking up a box and handing it to Sarah along with her hat.

“Another business card box.” Sarah took it, shaking it.Another malt ball. Opening it, she pulled the malt ball out, but this time there was a slip of paper included.

Sarah, sometimes the best-laid plans change. Bring the two malt balls and come to the corner of 24th Street and 7th Avenue. -Your Secret Santa

P.S. Don’t eat either of the malt balls. I know you’re asking why, and probably a series of other questions. Trust me.

She grinned, glancing down at the two malt balls in her hand.

Nancy went behind her desk and handed Sarah a tissue and then gave her a second. “You might need these for later.”

Sarah’s eyebrows furrowed. “For what?”

The old receptionist gave her an innocent smile. “So you don’t get chocolate on your hands, of course.”

“Of course. Thank you.” Sarah shoved the tissue in her coat pocket as Paul pushed the elevator button.

Stepping all the way in, she took a deep breath and stared down at the two candy balls.

What are you up to, Ryan?

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