“Alicia.”
“Hm.”
“What?”
“It won’t be long before she assisting you with other shit, like your dick in her mouth.”
“Nah. It’s not that type of party. She cool, but it’s strictly work. Plus, I have a girlfriend.”
“Who?”
“You, the fuck!”
“Boy.” Tyler turned her head to face the window. He didn’t need to see her tinted cheeks. “I needed to get out of the house anyway. So, whatever you andAliciagot planned, sign me up.”
“How that other situation going?” Logic asked.
Tyler cringed inwardly. Her battle with pills had become the elephant in the room. She hated that he was asking but appreciated that he cared enough to ask.
“It’s a struggle,” she answered honestly. “Some days I’m ok, and other days I’m taking shots of Don Julio to help curb the crave. Is it foolproof? No. Is it working? For the moment.”
“As long as you keep pushing.” Logic reached over to stroke her knee. “Right?”
“Right.” She gave him a reassuring smile.
They both knew alcohol was simply a substitute for what she really wanted, and it was only a matter of time before the urgebecame too strong. Tyler was literally hanging on by a thread, but as long as she was trying, Logic was going to be by her side.
“Where are your co-conspirators?” Tyler asked, changing the subject.
“My co-conspirators?” Logic chuckled. “You funny, but they at the crib.”
“Whaaaat, they let you out the house alone?”
“Why say it like that?”
“They some lil piranhas. Did you see how they knocked on the door when we were in the guest house? They were on some topflight security shit.”
“Chill,” Logic chortled. “They just territorial as hell.”
“I’m kidding, I like it. Is it just yall?” Tyler asked, turning to face him.
“Yea.”
“Where are your parents?”
Sighing, Logic gripped the steering wheel and focused on the road. Many people didn’t know about his home life, and he liked it that way. Growing up in the projects had taught him to keep people at arm’s length. Logic had seen the strongest men fall to their knees because they trusted the wrong person. Then again, he couldn’t keep asking her to trust him and he was holding back. Opening the armrest, Logic pulled out a prefilled blunt and a lighter.
“Do you mind?” he asked.
“No,” Tyler replied, staring at him.
“My pops dipped after the twins were born. I haven’t seen him in like thirteen, fourteen years. He couldn’t handle theresponsibilities that came with being the man of the house, so he left in the middle of the night and never looked back.”
“Oh my god.” Tyler found herself reaching across the console to stroke his forearm. Logic appreciated the soothing gesture, but when it came to his father, his feelings were nonexistent. The nigga was weak, and Logic didn’t hold an ounce of emotion for him.
“I’m straight, sweetheart, I don’t even remember that nigga,” he stated, and it was the truth.
“What about your mom?” Tyler dug a little deeper.
