Page 33 of Crazy In Love (Secrets of Suburbi 3)

He pulled the joint from his mouth. "It's a cigarette."

"It doesn't smell like a cigarette to me."

He smiled.

I didn't smile back. "Fine. Do you have something else that will make someone confess their deepest darkest secrets?"

"Your dog is cute."

He isn't. And what does that have to do with anything? "Sell me what I need right now or I'll tell the cops." I wouldn't. But Logan didn't know that.

"Why do you think I sell drugs?"

"Because you've sold me drugs before." I realized I was raising my voice and tried to swallow down my impatience. How high was he the last time I came to see him?

"Nah, I would have remembered that."

God, I was going to kill him. I didn't have time for this. Detective Torres could show up at any time. And the last thing I needed was for him to see me buying drugs off of this kid. "Even if you don't remember... I'm...I'm a housewife. I see everything that goes on in this neighborhood. Including what you do."

"Huh. I'm home a lot too, you know. I see things."

I was pretty sure my heart stopped beating. What did he mean by that? Did he know that Noah was locked up in my basement? I'd been so careful when I brought him home. I'd even closed the curtains on the garage windows. "What kind of things?"

His eyes trailed down my body.

Well, that wasn't nearly as incriminating. I had a bad habit of not closing my bedroom curtains because I didn't think there were any perverts in our neighborhood. "Great, you’ve seen me naked. Now sell me something that'll get me really high."

"Really high? Or something for confessing your deepest darkest secrets?"

"Either one." He was exasperating. "Aren'

t they the same?"

"Not even close."

"Fine. I need the deepest darkest secret drug then. I'll take two." Just in case one dose wasn't enough.

He started laughing.

"What?"

"There's no such thing as truth serum. We're not in a spy movie. Do I look like 007 to you?"

No. He absolutely did not look like James Bond. He looked like an idiot. "Well, pot then. That'll get him to tell the truth, right?" Oh my God, I just said him. "I mean me. Or the person. She. Not him." Shit. What had I just done?

Logan shrugged. "It will certainly lower someone's inhibitions."

He didn't seem to have any reaction to my mentioning "him." Which was great. But his response was terrible. Noah's inhibitions were clearly already pretty low. Rewarding him with a night of floating on clouds wasn't a good plan. I needed the bank account information. I needed the truth. But I didn't have any other plan. And I was running out of time. "Fine. Get me a lot of that."

"Whatever." He walked back into the house, leaving the front door wide open. Didn't he realize how dangerous this neighborhood was? Anyone could walk in.

Snuggle Muffins sighed.

"What?"

He sighed again.

"It's worth a try," I said. "I don't see you coming up with a better idea."

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