Forever Logan by Elena Matthews (best fiction novels .txt) 📗

She giggles, and I chuckle with her while Ally just stares at us.

“Water is just fine. Thank you.” Then, she adds, “I would love some chips and salsa though, please, while we wait for our two other guests.”

“Sure thing, pretty lady. Coming right up.”

Once the waitress is gone, I focus my attention back on Ally. “You know, if you want to drink tonight, I’ll drive you home. I’m just having the one tonight,” I offer.

She throws me a glare. “Oh, so we can have a repeat of that bullshit the other night? News flash, asshat: I don’t like you.”

Two minutes in, and she’s already insulted me twice. It seems my ability to irritate her is working like a charm. It’s effortless really.

“What bullshit? I escorted you home. In my book, that’s called being a Southern gentleman and an excellent cop.”

“No, it’s called being a douche bag who abused his power just to piss me off.”

“I did no such thing. You’re just annoyed that I’m not really a douche bag. That I’m actually a hero who saved your life not once, but twice.”

She laughingly scoffs. “How did you save my life from a broken brake light?”

“It could have caused a pileup, and you could have seriously injured yourself or other people on the road.”

“Wow, melodramatic much? One light out of three was out.”

“But the law states, you must have three working brake lights, and I take the law seriously.”

“Yeah, a little too seriously if you ask me.”

“Did you get it fixed?”

She lets out a long sigh, rolling her eyes. “Yes, I got it fixed. Happy now?”

I shrug my shoulders. “I’m not unhappy, but do you want to know what would make me really happy?”

“What’s that?” she says impassively, as if she really couldn’t give a shit.

“A blow job.”

I burst out laughing when she smacks me in the chest.

“You are disgusting. God, I can’t imagine the things I’d catch if I put my mouth around your dick.”

Just as she says this, the waitress returns with our drinks, and Ally’s makeup-free skin turns a deep shade of red as she gapes at the waitress, horrified. The waitress looks at us with an amused twinkle in her eyes.

“Just so you know,” the waitress begins as she sets our drinks down in front of us, followed by chips and salsa, “this is a family-friendly establishment. Maybe keep the dick talk to a minimum. Just saying.”

She winks before walking off, and I almost fall off my seat with laughter.

When a minute passes and I can still barely catch my breath, Ally smacks me a second time in the chest. “I hate you,” she declares, her cheeks still a flaming red.

I breathe through my laughter a few times until I can get a sentence out. “I’m sorry, but you couldn’t have timed that any worse if you tried.”

“Do you see what you caused?”

“Wait, what I caused? How is your potty mouth my fault?” I argue, small bouts of laughter still vibrating from my lungs.

“If you didn’t say stupid, offensive shit, then I wouldn’t flip my lid around you. God,” she growls, “you’re just so…”

I pick up my bottle of beer, tilting my head to the side with humor. “I’m just so…” I ask, really wanting her to finish her sentence.

Her chest heaves as she stares at me. Her glare is so intense, so fucking hot, that I don’t know if she wants to slap me or kiss me. I wouldn’t mind the slapping if it meant she was still going to kiss me.

“I’m just so…” I prompt again when she still hasn’t said a thing.

She shakes her head, and just as I’m about to take a leisurely sip of my beer, she snatches it from my grasp and brings it to her lips, chugging back at least half the bottle.

“I thought you weren’t drinking.”

She gasps when she pulls the bottle away. “Yeah, but then I remembered that I have to survive the rest of the evening with you, and I can’t do that sober; that’s for damn sure.”

“Do you even like beer?”

“Nope,” is all she says before she downs the rest of the bottle.

I waste no time as I flag the waitress down.

“Another beer, please, and you’d better get this one”—I point to Ally with my thumb—“a margarita. Stat.”

The waitress gives me a nod of the head before walking toward the bar. I turn back toward Ally, admiring her beautiful scowl. I just watch her, and after a few seconds, her eyes begin to twitch.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she snaps.

I shake my head and ask her a question of my own, “So, did Freddie make good on his word the other night?”

Cue her next eye roll.

And…what do you know? She rolls those pretty blues at me.

“Firstly, he’s called Eddie, and secondly, yes…” She pauses for a moment, as if contemplating. Then, she adds, “Well…kind of.” She began with sheer confidence, but then she ends with disappointment.

“What do you mean, kind of?”

“Nothing. It’s fine.”

She pulls her focus to the bowl of tortilla chips and dips one into the salsa. I watch her intently as she brings it to her mouth and devours the chip.

“You know, I am a guy. Although I’m a nice guy now, I was a douche in the past, and having that experience gave me this special power to sense other douches from a mile off. And the radar points straight to your boyfriend. So, if you don’t tell me, I’ll just guess, and you know I give pretty good readings.”

She ignores me and goes back to eating her chips. So, like I did with her in the car the other day, I let my imagination run wild.

“Okay, let me guess. He promised you he’d make up for standing you up. He doesn’t tell you what he has planned but tells you to dress nice. However, with the previous night a little fresh in your mind, you’re still pissed with him, so you decide against wearing your sexiest outfit