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

She gawks at me, shocked. “What? No, of course not.”

“Can you please exit the vehicle?”

“No, I won’t,” she says defiantly.

I raise a brow. “Let me rephrase that. Please step out of the vehicle,” I say, my voice a little stern.

“You know, I could get you in trouble with your supervisor for stopping me without probable cause.”

“And I can arrest you for resisting a cop’s orders to step out of the vehicle when requested,” I bite back before quickly adding, “Also, there is probable cause. Your lack of a brake light.”

“You would just love that, wouldn’t you? Arresting me.”

I don’t let my face show it, but the thought of arresting her right now actually turns me on. Her in my handcuffs, totally at my mercy. Instead, I just glare at her and her aggravating ways.

“Actually, what I would like is for you to get out of the car. You’re making a routine check harder than it needs to be.”

“Well, the only way I’m getting out of the car is if you make me, and the only reason I’m resisting is because I don’t trust you. And how do I know that the brake light excuse isn’t just a ruse to play another one of your stupid games?”

“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to arrest another person today, but you’re really testing my patience. If you don’t voluntarily get out of this car right now, I’m going to arrest you for resisting an officer.”

When she makes no effort to move, I speak into my radio to Joe, “I need some assistance. We have a woman in her mid-thirties disobeying police orders.”

Ally scoffs, staring daggers at me for suggesting she’s in her mid-thirties. “I’m twenty-six, asshole.”

“And she’s being verbally abusive,” I add.

She shakes her head with an eye roll. “You’re really going to have me arrested?” she asks with disbelief.

I shrug my shoulders just as my partner gets out of the car behind us. “You leave us no choice.”

Just when I think I’ll have to manhandle her out of the car—which I’m really hoping I will—she throws her hands up in the air with frustration. “Fine, you Neanderthal, you win.” She huffs out a breath. “I’ll get out of the car.”

She unbuckles her seat belt and swings the car door open, almost hitting me with it.

“Whoa, someone has anger issues,” I mutter, and she just glares at me.

Leaving the car door open, she walks several feet in front of me, heels clacking against the asphalt. “Happy?” She waves her arms in the air in a theatrical manner, which makes her seem a little psychotic in a Harley Quinn kind of way, and I fucking love it.

Then, she starts walking toward me in a straight line, just as Joe approaches with a quizzical look scrunched along his face.

“And, as you can see, I’ve not had a single drop of alcohol because I’m walking in a straight line with six-inch heels on—which, FYI, can be quite difficult, even sober.”

I throw her a lazy smile as she steps up to me, and that’s when I realize I don’t have to peer down to look at her, as we come eye to eye. That’s also when I notice how smoking she looks, like date-night worthy. I start from her long, wavy hair and make my way down. She’s wearing a beige miniskirt with sparkly gold entwined within the material, a thin creamy knit sweater that’s tucked into the skirt, and the sexiest pair of over-the-knee gray boots I have ever seen. She looks like a naughty schoolgirl but hotter.

Then, I frown. She’s wearing this for him. That douche bag boyfriend of hers.

“Everything okay?” Joe asks.

I have to tear my eyes from her perfection to look at him, and I nod. “Yep, she’s finally cooperating. But can you tell her that I didn’t pull her over to mess with her? That her brake light is really out. She’s having a hard time believing me.”

Ally expectantly turns to face my partner.

“He’s right. Your brake light is out,” he tells her.

“Okay, I didn’t know. But I only live, like, four blocks away. Can’t I just drive the rest of the way, and I’ll make sure to get it fixed once I’m home?” she asks, a lot calmer than she was just a few minutes ago.

With me, she turns into the devil. With everyone else, she’s a freaking angel.

“We wouldn’t want to put you or anyone else on the road at any further risk, driving with only partial brake lights.”

Joe glances at me for a brief moment, and already reading his mind, I just nod my head.

“But two lights are better than none. How about this? We’ll let you drive home, only if you let us escort you and you promise to get the brake light fixed.”

Relief floods her facial features, and she smiles. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.” Then, her attention comes to me, and the smile slips, replaced with a sneer. “Why can’t you be like your partner? He’s so much nicer than you.”

I glance at Joe, and I see he’s trying to stifle his laughter. “Hey, I’m nice. I’m so nice that I’m even going to drive with you while Joe follows behind. I’m literally putting my life at risk to ensure you get home okay.”

“I have an even better idea,” she says with mock happiness. “How about Joe drives with me while you follow?”

I’m already glaring at Joe before he can blink, and I see the glee dancing in his eyes as he begins to back up toward the police car.

“Um, Logan’s a better people person than me. I’ll let him ride with you,” he tells Ally. Then, he looks at me. “I’ll follow behind and meet you there.”

“Copy that, Joe.”

He returns to the car, and all the while, I feel daggers staring at me. I ignore her and make my way to the passenger side. When she doesn’t make a move to get into the driver’s side, I glance at her and see she’s still