Crazy In Love (Secrets of Suburbia #3) - Ivy Smoak Page 0,37
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."
Another sigh.
"I'm going to bake it into something. He'll never even know he had it." I stared at him. "Stop it. It's a great idea. You'll see. My brownies are fantastic." I tried to ignore Snuggle Muffins' two cents.
"Here you go," Logan said and handed me a brown paper bag.
"Do you take credit cards?" I asked.
"Does it look like I take credit cards?" He gestured to his outfit.
Honestly, it didn't. But I kept a taser in my pocket. He might have a credit card swiper in one of his robe pockets. "Yes?" I said.
"Cash only."
"Okay, great. I'll owe you then." I started to turn around.
"Whoa, what? No. You pay now or you don't get anything." He stepped down onto the front porch and Snuggle Muffins started growling. Logan looked down at the little menace. "I'm not scared of your stupid tiny ass dog. Hand over the cash. Now."
"Here's the thing, Logan. I don't have any cash on me. But now I have evidence that you are in fact a drug dealer." I waved the bag in the air. "You know, I'm friends with a detective and I'm sure he'd be interested in this interaction." Detective Torres wasn't my friend. But Logan didn't know that. When Logan saw him come over today he'd probably shit his pants. "And how do you think your mom will feel about you skipping college and selling?"
He pressed his lips together.
"Don't be sad. I'll pay you soon, I promise. And my dog isn't stupid. You're stupid." It was the lamest comeback ever. But my brain was too preoccupied with recipes for pot brownies to care. I lifted Snuggle Muffins up and walked back toward my house.
Chapter 13
Sunday
I wasn't sure exactly what time Detective Torres would be stopping by. Which meant I couldn't make the brownie recipe I'd found on Pinterest yet. If the house smelled like marijuana when he came in, I'd be doubly screwed. Doubly because I had no idea how to ensure that Noah wouldn't scream through his gag.
My fingers drummed on the counter. I could strike a deal with Noah. A "be quiet today and I'll free you later" kinda thing. Would he be so gullible?
Snuggle Muffins rested his chin on my foot.
"How are you tired already? We just woke up."
He sighed.
Snuggle Muffins had been zero help today. And he literally followed me everywhere, which made mopping the floor almost impossible. Despite his best efforts, the kitchen was sparkling clean. At least he could look cute for Detective Torres. I mean...as cute as a dog could look. I glared down at him and resisted the urge to rub behind his ears.
"You know what?" I asked him. "I have a fun idea on how to keep Noah quiet. Starve him."