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

I know she does. I just wish she’d finally give in to it instead of denying herself of me. Pretending she hates me when, really, what she’s feeling is the opposite of hate. Then again, if she stopped pretending to hate me, we wouldn’t be playing this delicious game of enemies to lovers I’m obsessed with. Our arguments are the highlights of my day. Hell, every day, she’s the highlight of my day.

Once we order our food, Remi gets down to business and pulls out a professional-looking binder and a big-ass wedding planner.

“So, we have a lot to plan and not a lot of time to plan it,” Remi begins almost a little frantically before confusing the shit out of me with the finer details of a wedding.

Before our dinner even arrives, we’ve discussed invitations, guest lists, favors, suit fittings, and dress shopping. Then, after dinner, we cover flower arrangements, the wedding website—I mean, what the fuck? Really?—cake ideas, hair and makeup, ring purchases, and menu tastings. We don’t even get to the fun parts, and here I was, thinking I’d just be organizing the bachelor party.

“I’ve lost you, haven’t I?” Remi asks, no doubt giggling at the dumbfounded expression I can feel playing across my face.

Picking up my almost-empty bottle of beer, I say, “Just a little.”

Then, Ally pipes up, “If I’m being honest, I’m overwhelmed myself.”

Remi sheepishly glances over to Nate. “Sorry. I got a little carried away with myself. I guess I’m in manic bride-to-be mode. Would it help if I slowed things down?”

“Yes,” both Ally and I say at the same time.

“So, obviously, Nate and I will do most of the planning,” Remi explains before her eyes focus only on me. “I would like you to organize a suit fitting for all the guys because”—she glares at her future husband for a moment—“I want you all in tuxes and not just jeans and a T-shirt.”

“Babe, I was totally kidding,” Nate tries to reason.

Remi just shakes her head. “Too late. If you joke about anything that relates to this wedding, I will not have you responsible for anything. Do you understand me?”

“Damn, girl, you tell him,” I say, grinning.

In the corner of my eye, I see Ally smiling around the straw of her second cocktail. Just seeing the happiness on her pretty face warms my soul, and I shift my leg a few inches to the left until it’s touching hers.

“Wait, and you trust him?” he argues.

“More than I do you right now. So, Logan, if you can handle the suits and help pick out the gifts for the groomsmen, that would be a great help.”

“You’ve got it.”

She pulls her focus to Ally. “As the graphic designer of the group, I would love if you could design the invitations and the wedding website.”

Ally’s eyes light up. “I kind of thought that was a given.”

“You know, I’m a whiz at websites,” I suggest. “It’s what I used to do to get me through MIT. So, I’d be happy to do it.”

Remi questioningly glances over to Nate with a raised brow, and he just nods. I pretend not to be insulted by her lack of confidence in me.

“Yes, he’s right. While normal people had jobs at coffee shops, he was designing websites for the corporate types. Made a killing back then, didn’t you?”

“Hell yes.”

“Wow,” Remi says with amazement. “Is there anything you can’t do? You’re a cop, engineer, and a website designer?”

“I’m not just a one-trick pony. I have a lot up my sleeve, but I preferred to be called a website technician, as I dealt with servers and hardware setups as well as web design. It helped that I was an MIT genius and all,” I say, puffing out my chest, smoothing down the collar of my T-shirt.

Remi goes to speak, but she’s cut off by Ally beside me, “You’re so arrogant. Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I have the website covered. I am the qualified designer. I doubt Nate and Ally want some uppity, corporate, Wall Street type of website. So, leave it to someone who will put some elegance into it.”

I pivot my body to face her. “You don’t think I can be elegant?”

She eyes me up and down, her face impassive. “Nope.”

I can’t help the snicker that leaves my lips. “You’re really underestimating my ability, huh? Yes, you might have me stumped with the design, but I bet you can’t make a website so encrypted that not even the FBI can get into it.”

“It’s a wedding website, dipshit, not the world’s best hacking device.”

“It’s still on the World Wide Web. It’ll need some form of protection.” I’m not even sure why I’m arguing with her. All I know is that seeing her beautiful blue eyes flare with anger is making my cock come alive.

“It’s a website that will hold details about the wedding. The only form of protection it will need is a password.”

Nate’s chuckling directs our attention to him. “I wish you would both just either kill or bone each other. This constant bickering is getting annoying.”

“Ew, no,” Ally wastes no time in saying. “I wouldn’t touch him if he were the last guy on Earth.”

“Last guy on Earth? Melodramatic, no? Surely, I’d be pretty damn irresistible then.”

“Trust me when I say this, if there were an apocalypse and we were the last people to survive, I’d still prefer to use my hand.”

“Jesus,” Remi snaps before pointing between us with a stern glare. “I can’t deal with the constant back and forth. Either learn to like each other or at least tolerate each other until after the wedding. I just can’t cope with my two favorite people arguing. And as for the website, Ally, you can design it, and Logan can handle the tech side of it, okay?”

We go silent as Ally and I chance a sheepish glance at each other before returning our attention to a furious-looking Remi.

“I’m sorry, Remi. I’ll lay off on purposely trying to piss Ally off, but