I shake my head. I don't want anything from Logan. Logan is dangerous. Handling a wholesome dairy product does not ease the effects of the malfeasance he's guilty of.

What do you love?"
"You for doing this - you in general. Chocolate, sushi, malt shakes. All things I'm highly deficient in at the moment. Well, other than you."
"What do you hate?"
"Chloe and clowns. Come to think of it, Chloe is a clown.

Personally." My mother digs a smile into the side of her cheek. "I'm rooting for Logan."

Logan produces a grin that suggests he's the cat that ate the canary, and suddenly I'm feeling rather canary-ish.

Drake comes over and sits on the arm of the couch, a Landon no-no. Figures. Drake can knock girls up, deform the furniture and no one says boo. What the hell did I ever do?

We could call him Gynecological Gage or Assman - AssHOLE - take your pick.

You didn't happen to see your future mother-in-law at that meeting today, did you?" May as well milk the effort.
"Yes, the hormonal carp was present."
"Marshall!"
"She blew me a new one, as you would say."
"She ripped you a new one," I correct. "The word blow has an entirely different meaning. I suggest you remove it from your lexicon.