The Girl's Got Secrets (Forbidden Men #7)(108)

I blinked, really confused now. “Remy? What about him?”

“Not him,” Ten said. “Her.”

I squinted, not getting it. “Huh?”

“Christ on a crutch.” Heaving out a disgusted breath, Ten shook his head and gazed up at the ceiling. Then he told me, “Your gay pal Remy isn’t actually a gay guy at all. In fact, he’s not even a guy. He’s really a she, with tits and all that other equipment chicks come with.”

I immediately opened my mouth to call bullshit, but the words didn’t come. My mind spun, remembering all the times I’d thought Remy had possessed a feminine way about him, all the times he’d encouraged me to “talk,” and Jesus, the moment he’d confessed to me that he wore a mask.

Holy shit.

All these strange little pieces started to align into place until it suddenly made sense. But I still wasn’t ready to completely commit to the idea. Remy couldn’t be a girl. He just...couldn’t.

Frowning, I was still trying to make sense of Ten’s declaration when he up and dropped another bomb on me. “And not only is she a she, but she’s also Incubus shirt girl, who you wrote that song about.”

That one made me shake my head, instantly denying it. But then I had to ask, “If...if Remy’s really a girl, what the hell makes you think she’s Incubus shirt girl?”

“Because the night she sang karaoke, she sang it on stage with her friend, Jodi. And I knew Jodi then, so I asked her about her friend for you directly after their little duet that night, but all Jodi would tell me was that her friend’s name was Remy.”

I kept waving my head back and forth because really, I didn’t even want to consider this. But had the redhead on stage with my Incubus shirt girl really been Jodi, Remy’s roommate? I guess it could’ve been. I hadn’t paid much attention to the redhead. Hell, I couldn’t even clearly remember what the girl I’d written the song about had looked like.

“...so when Remy, your drummer, showed up here with Jodi on her arm, I put two and two together and bam, figured it all out myself. And it helped that she admitted that’s who she was when I asked her, so ha! Pretty cleverly awesome, aren’t I?”

Awesome? Awesome wasn’t exactly the word I would’ve used. “You’re pretty f*cking dead is what you are,” I growled right before I wound back my arm and jacked him in the face.

“Fuck,” he yelled at contact, clutching his eye and swinging away from me. “What the hell, man?”

“What the hell right back at you,” I roared, advancing on him so I could grab the front of his shirt and hit him again. But suddenly too many people were there, Quinn dragging me backward away from the bastard I wanted to kill and Noel helping Ten remain upright.

“How could you not tell me any of this months ago when you first learned her name?” I demanded, struggling against Quinn so I could get back to Ten. “You knew how long I looked for her. You knew how much I would’ve given just to know her name.”

Ten only sneered as he wiped his face and shook his head. “Yeah, well...payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?”

“What?” I had no clue what he was talking about.

“Caroline,” he hissed. “You knew what she was doing when she was sneaking into my room without me knowing it was her. And you said nothing to me. You just kept letting me unknowingly betray my best friend on earth. Well, f*ck you. You got what you deserved.”

My mouth fell open as shock speared through me. I’d had no idea Ten held a grudge for that. All this time, I’d thought we were friends who teased, but now—

“What in God’s name is going on out here?” Pick rushed from the back hall, followed by Knox, who must’ve fetched him.

Pulling free of Quinn because I no longer felt the urge to pound Ten’s face in, I sniffed and motioned toward the bastard prodding at his red eye. “Ask him. He obviously knows more about what’s going on in my life than I do.”

“Ten?” Pick said, turning to him.

As Ten mumbled something in response, I wiped my hands over my mouth because I still couldn’t believe what I’d just learned.

I started to whirl away, but Pick caught my arm. “Hey. Where’re you going?”

I shook my head, not exactly sure myself. I just knew I needed answers, and only one person could give them to me. “I just... I gotta go.”

He nodded, too much understanding and concern in his eyes. “Okay. Whatever you need. Everything all right?”

“No,” I snarled and ran my hands through my hair. “I don’t know. I just gotta go. I need answers.”

Pick waved me off. I sent one last glance toward Ten, shocked and hurt I’d been so off about him all this time. Then I was gone.

I didn’t call Remy. I wasn’t sure if I could talk to him—her—right now and listen to him lie to me a second longer.

Instead, I rang Gally and coaxed Jodi’s number from him with the promise that I wouldn’t have sex with her.

She answered on the second ring. “Hey, who’s this?”

I blew out a breath. “Hey, Jodi. It’s Asher. I just tried to get hold of Remy because I have some stuff to drop by for him, but he’s not answering. What’s your address again?”

“Um...oh... Well, Remy’s not here right now.”