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

staring at me. She doesn’t look angry per se, just irritated with my presence.

“Are you getting in, or are you walking?”

The sound of my voice sets her off, and with an almighty huff, she climbs inside and slams the door shut. I’m left chuckling under my breath as I open the passenger door. As soon as my ass hits the seat and I’ve closed the door, Ally’s sweet scent envelops me. It’s such an intoxicating aroma, one that has me wishing I could smell it for the rest of my life. It’s like fresh flowers and clean laundry with a hint of sherbet. She smells like she would taste so fucking good.

I’ve just about buckled myself in when she puts the car in drive and begins the journey to her house.

“Is your job so boring that you have to harass poor young women?” she practically demands while she picks up speed.

“Oh, my job is far from boring. You want to know about my day?”

“Not really,” she sighs.

I ignore her protest and tell her anyway, “This morning, we managed to talk a suicidal guy down from a bridge, and we took down two drug dealers—one who was hell-bent on trying to kill us, the other who was just stupid as all fuck. And to finish off the day, we helped a woman avoid a possible car collision due to her lack of a brake light.”

“Wow, you’re just the neighborhood’s knight in shining armor, aren’t you? You must brag about the size of your badge all the livelong day, huh?”

I can’t keep the smirk off my face. “Oh, I have plenty of people who already do that for me, baby.”

She pivots her head to look at me, a beautiful snarl tilting her lips. “Do not fucking baby me. I ain’t nobody’s baby and especially not yours,” she snaps before returning her attention to the road in front of us.

Jesus, she’s so high-strung. I’m guessing it’s been a while since she’s had some.

“When’s the last time you actually had sex?”

The car jolts slightly as Ally steps on the brakes before returning her foot to the accelerator.

“That’s none of your business, asshat!”

I hold my hands out in defense. “I’m just saying, everyone knows sex is good for the soul and one hell of a chill pill. It might be good for you, you know, to mellow out your inner bitchiness a bit.”

“Jesus!” she roars. “Don’t you have an off switch?”

“No, I don’t. I’m like the Energizer Bunny; I can go all day.”

“Well, for your information…I have sex. I have it all the time.”

“Well, with your shitty attitude, my guess is, it mustn’t be any good. But we are talking about your darling boyfriend here, who, even hard, I can’t imagine he’s any bigger than three inches. Not exactly the equipment to supply you with a mind-blowing orgasm.”

Ally turns to me with her mouth agape as we come to a stop at a set of lights, and just when I expect her to go all Carrie on my ass, a giggle bubbles from her chest, and she starts laughing hard. Now, getting her all mad is one thing, but seeing her laugh is another. She’s just all kinds of beautiful right now. And the laughter? I did that. I made her laugh, and I have to say, it feels damn good.

“You are such a dick.” The insult comes right off the bat, but she says it while still laughing.

“Yeah, but you’re not denying it though.”

She glances at me with an amused smile before focusing forward just as the light changes to green, and the car gains speed again. “I’m only laughing because I’m mad at him.”

With how dolled up she is, I’m guessing that’s why she’s heading home before nine o’ clock.

“Why are you mad at him?”

She snorts. “Like I’m going to tell you,” she quips, though she’s still smiling.

“Try me,” I tell her without an ounce of amusement to my tone. I want her to know she can take me seriously, that I’m not always the joker.

When she doesn’t speak, I pivot my body to face her and take a good look at her, my heart constricting at how breathtaking she really is.

“I think I can hazard a guess. It’s date night. Instead of picking you up like a real man would, he told you he’d meet you at a restaurant. I’m thinking, Italian—you know, something romantic. You decide to make the effort, so you get dressed up in something sexy. You want him to be unable to tear his eyes off you. You get there at the arranged meeting time of seven thirty, and you’re the first one there. You order a glass of wine, a chardonnay or little bit of fizz, while you wait for him. Five minutes pass, and there’s no sign of him. You text him to make sure he’s okay. He doesn’t reply. Another five minutes, and nothing. Twenty minutes and a glass of wine later, there is still no sign of him. By this point, you’re pissed. You call him, and just when you think the call’s going to go to answerphone, he picks up. He gives you some lame-ass excuse as to why he’s late and says that he can’t make the date. So, you’re forced to go home, hungry and pissed off. Then, to make matters worse, you get pulled over by the police for a brake light violation. Am I right?”

She briefly glances my way, eyes wide, a little stunned. Then, she steels her spine and focuses back on the road again. “No. It was a sushi restaurant, and I actually had a water—you know, because I was driving.”

The fact that she only had water makes me proud. Good girl.

She continues, “But the rest is pretty spot-on.”

Damn. He really is a shitty human being.

“What excuse did he give you?”

She sighs. “He fell asleep and forgot to set his alarm.”

I can’t help the snigger that leaves my lips. “He fell asleep? He’s a kindergarten teacher, for