Page 86 of Crazy In Love (Secrets of Suburbi 3)

“We can’t stop right now. We’re barely thirty minutes out. We need…”

“Stop the car, Aiden.”

“We’re in the middle of the highway. I can’t stop.”

“Then take the next exit. We just passed a sign saying it would be in one mile.”

“If we stop now…”

I pulled out Detective Torres’ gun and held it up to his head. “Stop the fucking car.”

He looked more shocked now than he had when I’d confessed that I’d killed my husband. “Where the hell did you get a gun?”

Snuggle Muffins started growling at him. My beautiful little menace was just like his mother.

“Stop the car,” I said, ignoring Aiden’s stupid question. “Or I’ll blow your brains out all over I-95.”

Chapter 32

Monday

Aiden took the exit right away. But he didn’t follow the signs for the local diner or gas station. He just pulled over to the side of the road as fast as he could, cut the engine, and lifted his hands into the air.

I ignored the dusty town in the middle of nowhere Delaware and lifted the gun a little higher. “Tell me the truth. Are you working with Sophia and Detective Torres to take me down?”

“No. No,” he said a little more firmly when I didn’t lower the gun. “I had no contact with Detective Torres before this afternoon. And I wasn’t on security detail for Noah. I didn’t communicate with any of his mistresses.”

Mistresses. I knew it. That son of a bitch. There was a sinking feeling in my stomach, and it was growing by the second. “Are there any more women with my face running around?”

He shook his head. “Not that I know of.”

“Are there more men with Noah’s face running around? Your face?”

“It’s just me,” Aiden said. “Please lower the gun. You can trust me.”

Snuggle Muffins started growling again, tapping his little feet on my thigh like he was considering pouncing.

“I can’t trust you,” I said. “You agreed to kill me.”

“And I never would have gone through with it. Hell, if you hadn’t drugged me on Friday night, we would already be in Mexico. I swear, Ensley. I’d never hurt you. Ever.”

I stared into his eyes. I believed him. I did. My hands started trembling. I believed him, but I knew I shouldn’t. Trusting him would be stupid. And I wasn’t stupid. “You swear you only knew Detective Torres’ first name from the news?”

“Yes. Everyone’s heard about that serial killer case with Violet. He’s a local celebrity.”

A bad one. “Then who are T and A? If it isn’t you and Sophia, who is it?”

“I don’t know. Maybe the T stands for Tremblay. Maybe it doesn’t. But I know for sure that I’m not A.”

No, I wasn’t stupid. But his face reminded me of the man I’d married. His eyes held grief that matched my own. But they also held warmth, and hope, and a future. And his lips…stop. I wasn’t stupid. But I was a little worried that I might in fact be falling in love with him. Even if it was crazy.

I shouldn’t be falling for a man that looked like a monster. But he wasn’t my husband. He wasn’t. “If A isn’t you, who else could it be?”

“It could be anyone,” Aiden said. “I’m sure Detective Torres was working on more than one case. It might not even have anything to do with you.”

That was such a guy thing to say. What, did he think I loved being the center of attention? I was trying to get away with murder here. The only attention I wanted was his. “I don’t think everything has to do with me.”

“That’s not…” he sighed. “That’s not what I meant. Ensley, all I know for sure is that I’m the only one that has your back here. It’s just me.” He flashed me a perfect smile. “Well, me and maybe Snuggle Muffins.”

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