The Girl's Got Secrets (Forbidden Men 7)

That made me feel better than I could ever verbalize.

The first moment his back was turned as he tended to a customer, I tapped the bar top to get Ten’s attention.

“Hey,” I hissed. He scowled suspiciously at me but wandered closer. “Just how sure are you that it was me he was singing about in that song?”

“Oh, so you finally heard your song, huh?”

I growled. There was no time for him to crow with a load of I-told-you-so’s. “Ten,” I warned.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Incubus shirt girl was singing with Jodi. I know that for certain. How many fucking chick friends named Remy does she have?”

Just me. I gulped. “Did she have longer, straight black hair? Taller than Jodi? A black, tighter, form-fitting, instead of loose, Incubus shirt?”

He nodded. “Yep, yep, and yep.”

Damn. I bit my lip. That sounded exactly like me. But I didn’t want to admit without a doubt yet. “Any other distinguishing features? Tattoos? Birthmarks? Anything?”

He sighed, clearly growing weary with my interrogation. “No, but...” Snapping his fingers, he pointed at me. “Tattoos. The dude she kissed after singing had this tattoo on the left side of his face of a—”

“Fish,” I finished for him. “¡Dios mío! It was me. Oh...my...God.” I buried my face in my hands and leaned forward, unable to handle this. “What the hell do I do?”

“Tell Hart the truth,” Ten said on a careless shrug as if he thought it was as easy as that. Then he narrowed his eyes. “Wait, you’re done with fish-face, right?”

I scowled at him as if he were insane. “Yes! He turned out to be a lying, cheating, thieving asshole, so yeah...that’s over. Way over.

”

“Good. So then come clean with my boy, and all will be okay.”

All would just...be okay, huh?

Yeah, right.

Leveling a get-real stare at him, I said, “You really think it’d be that easy? He’d just...forget I’d been lying to him for almost two weeks?”

“Yeah, I never did catch why you were lying to begin with? There’s, like, a good reason for that, isn’t there?”

I sighed. “They wouldn’t even listen to me audition when I went in to try out as a girl. So I had this stupid crazy idea to dress up as a dude to see if that made a difference, and obviously it did. Things just snowballed from there. Every time I had a nice little opportunity to come clean, something would happen to make me keep up the act just a little bit longer, until now...now it feels too late to say anything without causing a huge problem.”

Ten nodded as I talked as if he understood and sympathized with my dilemma perfectly. But then he lifted his hands. “So, wait...you went in as a chick to try out first?”

When I nodded, he shook his head. “Why didn’t Hart recognize you then?’

Embarrassed to admit the truth, I ducked my face and mumbled, “I kind of went a little overboard to dress the part. I had on a blonde punk rocker wig and fishnet hose and—”

“And you obviously like to go around incognito,” he concluded.

My shoulders slumped. “Not really. Just...those two times.”

“Which was enough to completely dupe my boy.”

“Hey,” I muttered, scowling. “I never meant to dupe, or deceive, or hurt anyone.”

But Ten wasn’t paying attention to me any longer. A wistful smile had flitted across his face. “You know, my woman went incognito to catch me, too. It was really hot...and a most effective way to win the guy.”

Or lose him, in this case, I said in my head.

“What’d I miss?” Asher said, coming up to us from Ten’s left side as he tapped a beat onto the bar. “What’re we talking about?”