Page 11 of Falling for Mr. Wright

“Logan’s going?” she asked, shaking off the thought of her and Ryan laughing over high school stories with his old friends.

“Yeah, he’s getting an alumni award.” He pointed to the card. “Check out the back.”

She flipped the card over and read the details. That was breaking news, but didn’t completely surprise her given her boss’s tendency to keep whatever he did outside the office private.

“Say yes, and on the drive up, I’ll tell you everything you need to know about what Logan’s like outside of the office.” Ryan leaned his hip against her desk. “What do you say? Can you get away this weekend?”

Boy, could she. She hadn’t been out of the state in months. A road trip with Ryan sounded like fun, and since they always had a good time hanging out at work, it was bound to be a lot of laughs. “You’ll tell me everything I need to know?”

“Yes. And then some.” He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to Sarah. “Here’s a sample of what you’ll get from me to fulfill my end of the bargain. I’ll see you at lunch. You can tell me your answer then.”

“See you.” Sarah waited until Ryan turned the corner, then unfolded the paper, her lips turning up as she read.

Logan is definitely a morning person. The man gets more done between the hours of four and six a.m. than most people do in an entire workday. One of his favorite pastimes is to watch the sunrise off his balcony. You’re probably wondering what Logan wears to bed. After four years of living with the guy, I can say with most certainty—boxers. I don’t know what kind he’s sporting these days, but in college, he had these ridiculous ones with Santa’s reindeer, that, yes, included Rudolph and his shiny red nose right on his junk.

She laughed out loud.

You didn’t ask, but between Fruit Loops and Cocoa Puffs, his go-to cereal while watching that sunrise is Cocoa Puffs.

Just then, Logan emerged from his office with Mary Beth, catching Sarah in mid-laugh. Ignoring Sarah, the accountant said good-bye and took off for her office.

He leaned against his doorframe and smiled. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing.”Rudy.She hid her smile and folded the piece of paper, setting it aside. “Good meeting?”

“Budget looks great. Hey, I have something I’m hoping you can help me with.” He walked back into his office and reemerged with his black wool coat, slipping it on. “I just emailed you over my Secret Santa list. I thought I’d do twelve days of gifts. Maybe mix it up a little and give Mary Beth twelve gifts throughout the day leading up to the party. If you could purchase them by next Thursday, I would really appreciate it.”

With that, he said he’d be back in an hour and headed for the elevator.

Envy crept up the back of Sarah’s neck as she clicked open Logan’s email.

Oh, for the love of God.

Chanel perfume and Godiva chocolate topped the list. He either forgot that there was a twenty-five-dollar spending limit or he didn’t care. Her jaw dropped at the last item on his list.

One box of Cocoa Puffs.

Son of an Elf!Why was his favorite cereal on the list to give to Mary Beth? She lunged for her phone, dialed the four-digit extension she knew better than her own, and waited for Ryan to answer.

“Speakerphone or no speakerphone,” she demanded.

“No speakerphone.”

“Good. You’ve got yourself a deal.”

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