Page 60 of Falling for Mr. Wright

Chapter Seventeen

“I’m sorry.” Sarah stepped back and handed Logan the rest of the lights. “I just remembered…um…I need to make sure Paul brings his Secret Santa gift in tomorrow before he leaves today, or Vanessa in marketing will be disappointed.” Flustered, she reached up and fixed her ponytail. “Can you bring the ornaments into the cafeteria?”

“Sure.” Logan moved his arm through the now perfectly coiled lights, resting them on his shoulder. “Happy to help. Go do what you need to do.”

“Thank you.” She studied his face for a quick second. Was that amusement in her boss’s eyes? She’d dissect that later, right now she needed to catch up to Ryan.

She dashed out of the storage room, flying in the direction of Ryan’s office. Rounding the corner, she caught sight of him standing at the elevator, toner cartridge in hand.

“Hey,” she called out and beelined for him. “The company frowns on that kind of thing.”

He whipped around, looking thoroughly pissed off. “On what?”

Flashing a sweet smile, she pointed to the cartridge. “Stealing office supplies.”

“I’ll take my chances.” He pressed the already lit down arrow three times. “Damn slow elevator.”

Why was he so mad? What did he think he was interrupting back there in the storage room?

Okay, yeah, Logan’s lips had been inches from hers when the door swung open. But why did Ryan care? “Where are you going in such a hurry?”

He turned to her. “I have a date.”

Her heart stopped at that news. “With Corrine?”

“Yeah. We’re meeting for drinks. I’m late.”

“It’s not even four. Is it even happy hour yet?”

“It is at this place.”

She cocked her head. “Is the bar close by?”

“Sarah, what’s with all the questions?” he asked, his tone noticeably edgier.

“No reason.” She shrugged, pretending she couldn’t care less that he was going on another date with Corrine. “Don’t you want to take your jacket?”

“I don’t need it.” The elevator doors opened, and he stepped in.

“It’s twenty degrees outside.” She followed him in, punched the button for the first floor, and leaned against the back railing.

He glanced over. “Where are you going withoutyourcoat?”

“To get a soda,” she said smugly.

“The vending machine in the cafeteria not working?”

“I want a fountain one from the first-floor mini-mart.” She placed her hands on her hips. “So…are you going to tell me why you flew out of the storage room in a huff?”

“I told you. I have a date.”

“Right. A date you’re so anxious to get to you’ve forgotten your coat, which probably holds your keys and wallet. What? Are you planning to pay for her drink with a toner cartridge?”

He turned away without responding, his back to her.

Oh, crap.She’d really done it this time.

All of a sudden, he hit thestopbutton on the elevator and spun around. “Why did you do it?”

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