Forever Logan by Elena Matthews (animal farm read .txt) 📕

I chuckle at her attitude, seeing in my peripheral vision the roll of her eyes. Wow, I’m surprised she doesn’t have a constant headache from the amount of times she does it.

I step up to her parents. “Mr. and Mrs. Bennett, everything is fine. I’m a friend of Ally’s.”

As soon as I say this, Ally scoffs as if to say, Yeah, right.

“Sorry, I should rephrase that. Ally is my friend, but some reason, she doesn’t like me,” I tell them, unable to hide my amusement, and I swear, this time, I can hear her roll her eyes. “I spotted her in her car earlier while patrolling and noticed one of her brake lights was out. So, instead of letting her continue to drive at risk, me and my partner”—I point to the cop car in front of the house—“escorted her home.”

Ally’s father looks at me with pure gratitude.

“Thank you, Officer…” he says with a pause, awaiting my name.

“Jensen, but you can call me Logan.”

He nods with a friendly smile. “Thank you, Logan, for looking out for my little girl.” He looks to his daughter and shoots her a glare of pure disappointment. A look I’ve seen from my dad too many times to count over the years.

Oh, she’s going to get an ass-whooping.

“Why would you drive your car, knowing you had a brake light out? I was the one who taught you how to maintain your car when you were sixteen. You know how to check your brake lights.”

“Dad,” she complains, and though she doesn’t give him an eye roll, I can hear it in the tone of her voice. “I didn’t know. It must have just blown while I was out. Trust me, the last thing I needed tonight was to be pulled over for my brake lights, especially by Logan of all people.”

Her mom’s the next to speak, but she aims her gaze on me, humor in her eyes, “Why doesn’t my daughter like you?”

I shrug my shoulders. “You’ll have to ask her. I’m actually a delight to be around,” I say, giving her my most charming smile.

“That, and drop-dead gorgeous,” she unabashedly tells me without a single shit given.

I crack up with laughter while Ally groans.

Her mom reluctantly tears her eyes from me to stare at her daughter with disgust, as if there is something seriously wrong with her. “Why don’t you like him?”

“Yeah, why don’t you like me?” I add with a shit-eating smile, crossing my arms over my chest.

She looks between the three of us and glares at us, huffing out in frustration. “Ugh, this has been the worst night of my life. I’m going inside before I do get arrested for doing something I’ll regret. It’s been a pleasure, as always, Logan.” The words are dripping with sarcasm, which only makes me laugh. “If I ever see you again, it’ll be too soon.”

She starts storming off, but my next words halt her in her steps.

“Sorry, sunshine, no can do. I’m seeing you on Wednesday, remember? We’re having dinner with Nate and Remi. You know, so we can miraculously help plan their wedding in a matter of eight weeks.”

She throws me a glare over her shoulder, says something that sounds like, “Fuck my life,” and then continues to storm off.

Even with her parents next to me, I can’t help but zone in on her curvy ass as her hips sway sexily from side to side.

Hot damn, I think I’m in love.

I hear Ally’s dad bust a gut.

“Well, I haven’t seen her this moody since she was a teenager. That hatred you just saw there,” he begins to tell me, “is just a cover-up. She likes you. She just doesn’t want to.”

Ally’s mom fondly looks up to her husband. “That sounds familiar, doesn’t it?”

“It sure does.” He pulls her into his arms and smacks a kiss on her cheek. “When I first met Lydia here, she despised me. But it was actually a front because she secretly liked me.”

“How did you know?” I find myself asking, intrigued.

“Because I got her pregnant six months later, and then nine months after that, out popped Ally.” He chuckles, and I laugh along with him. “So, if you really like Ally, just be patient with her, but try and avoid the pregnancy part—at least until you’re married.”

I know he’s not being serious, but for the first time in my life, the thought of marriage doesn’t scare me. In fact, it actually thrills me.

Mrs. Ally Jensen. It has a nice ring to it.

I keep my smile in place as I take a step back. “I do really like her, sir, so thanks for the tip.”

“Have you met her boyfriend?”

I nod, pursing my lips together with my obvious distaste. “Unfortunately, yes.”

“So, you’ve seen what a pussy he is?”

I almost choke on my laughter.

Oh my God, Ally’s dad is the best.

“Oh, yeah, he’s a pussy all right. He actually stood her up tonight because he fell asleep after a hard day at work.”

“A hard day?” he bellows. “He teaches kindergarten kids freaking finger painting for six hours a day. How hard can that be?”

“I know, right? She could do way better than that dipshit.”

“She sure can,” Ally’s mom pipes up, dreamily gazing up at me like a love-struck puppy.

I wink at her before returning my attention to Ally’s dad.

“You know, I wouldn’t be sad if he just disappeared.” The way he says disappeared makes it sound like he’s trying to take a hit out on him.

Of course, he’s joking. I think.

Ally’s mom smacks him in the stomach, glaring at him the way Ally glares at me. “You can’t say that to a cop!”

He roars out with laughter, pulling her tighter against him. “Relax, honey, I was kidding. I wouldn’t tell a cop I was planning on killing my daughter’s boyfriend and burying him in our back garden. Only crazy people do that.”

He throws me a smirk, and I match his with my own. I really like him. Just as I’m about to