Page 15 of Falling for Mr. Wright

“Electronics, books, magazines…you name it. His condo has pile after pile of stuff he’s refused to get rid of strewn all over the place. I bet he has socks older than you.” He glanced at her. “How old are you again?”

“Twenty-seven.”

“Yep. He definitely has socks older than you.”

Sarah bit her lip. “Well, there’s something to say about holding on to things…”

Ryan resisted a smile. Mission accomplished. His meticulously organized companion seemed to be struggling with that one. And why wouldn’t she? She’d spent last weekend organizing her heels, for God’s sake.

“So what else?” Sarah asked. “What does he do on the weekends?”

“Not as much as you’d think. Take this morning for instance.”

She brightened. “Is he playing racquet ball with Neil Patrick Harris and then driving up to the gala?”

Ryan scoffed. “Unlikely. He’s probably on the treadmill listening to some business podcast. When he’s done, he’ll probably grab coffee and get in a couple hours of work.”

“Wait. He’s flying back home from Florida today with his mom. I remember seeing that trip on his calendar.”

“Yeah, he’s helping her sell her beach house. But it doesn’t matter where he is. The guy never breaks his routine.”

“I like a guy who can appreciate a schedule.”

He rolled his eyes and spelled out, “B-o-r-i-n-g.”

She laughed. “Sounds like he needs someone to spice up his life. Maybe I could suggest he try something fun. Maybe he’d like to check out some amusement parks this spring. I love rollercoasters.”

“Really? I do, too,” Ryan said, then nearly kicked himself for sounding too eager. He cleared his throat and went for nonchalant. “I spent half my summers as a kid riding them, and still go whenever I get a chance.”

She twisted in her seat and gasped. “Oh my God. Have you been on the Green Lantern at Six Flags Great Adventure?”

“Have I been on it? They had to pry me off the front seat when it opened.”

“That drop is insane.”

He turned and smiled. “You’ve probably been on the Cyclone on Coney Island.”

She nodded. “It was one of the first things I did when I moved here. I love wooden rollercoasters.”

“Me, too.” He reached over and tapped her arm. “You’d love the Boulder Dash in Bristol. It’s wooden and moves through natural terrain. We should plan to check it out. Make a day of it.”

“I’d love that.”

Ryan settled into his seat, feeling warm inside.

“Oh, hey,” she said suddenly. “We should invite Logan. Maybe he’ll be more interested in doing something exciting if you’re there.”

Dammit. So much for progress. He shook his head and said what he should have instead of jumping on yet another similarity they shared. “No. The guy gets queasy on any ride that spins. Or goes fast, for that matter. Our high school had a carnival set up on the football field senior year, and he lost his lunch after riding the Tilt-a-Whirl.”

“Yikes.” Sarah frowned. “Well, maybe there are other rides he could handle.”

“Yeah, I’m sure he’d be fine on the Merry-Go-Round with all the other five-year-olds.”

She gave him a playful swat. “You’re bad. What else can you tell me?”

“He’s pretty set in his ways—oh, and if you start dating, you can forget those.” He pointed to the cinnamon roll container now on Sarah’s lap. “You may have seen him indulge every once in a while at the office, but at home, you’re not going to find anything with sugar in it. Want to split another roll?”

“Oh. Um, no.” Sarah closed the Tupperware container. “What about his Cocoa Puffs?”

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