The Girl's Got Secrets (Forbidden Men #7)(43)

I rolled my eyes, but the mention of my mask reminded me...

Sticks.

The band.

Asher and his song.

“Hey.” I sat beside her and tried to act causal. “Do you remember the night we went to Forbidden months ago and sang karaoke?”

“Sure.” Her attention returned to the television as she chewed on a fingernail. “We sang ‘All About That Bass,’ right?”

“Yeah.” That part I remembered. And it’s exactly what the girl in Asher’s song had sung...with her redheaded friend...aka, Jodi...maybe. “Was I still with Fisher then?”

She rolled her eyes and groaned. “Yes. The douchebag told me my voice sounded like two alley cats f*cking.”

“What a dick.” I wrinkled my nose, though yes, sadly, that sounded exactly like something Fisher might’ve said. But all issues with him were over and done. Now...I was too focused on Asher to think about Fisher. “Do you remember what I was wearing?”

“It doesn’t really matter.” She rolled her eyes. “You never wear anything exciting when we go clubbing. Just those stupid T-shirts you get from concerts.”

“I know.” I chewed on my lip and returned my gaze to the song, rereading the line about the pretty little Latino girl in the Incubus T-shirt who’d rocked Asher Hart’s world.

The news must’ve moved on to different, less interesting topics because Jodi suddenly focused on me. “What’s with all the questions, anyway? And what is that?”

She took the piece of paper from me, and I explained as she began to read it.

After I told her everything and she skimmed over the song again, her mouth dropped open. “Holy shit, Remy. This is us. Asher Hart wrote a song about us.” Her wide-eyed gaze landed on me. “About you.”

I swallowed. “Yeah...it does appear that way, doesn’t it?”

“What do you mean, appear that way? Puta, this is...us.”

Shaking my head, I had to deny it. It was just too...much. Way too much. “It might not be.”

“Oh, trust me. It is.”

“Jodi,” I whined. “It can’t be. What the hell would I do if this ended up being about me? I actually like him.”

“Then you tell him immediately and get yourself a ticket to the finest seat on the Asher Hart express, because wow... He wrote you a f*cking song, puta. Fuck the boy’s brains out in gratitude.”

Ugh, of course she wouldn’t understand.

“Are you crazy? I totally can’t do that. I’m his bandmate now. He thinks I’m a guy. Dios mío, if he found out who I really am, he’d think the same thing Ten thought, that I knew about the song all along and this was just some f*cked-up attempt to trick my way into getting close to him. Oh...f*ck...me.” I set my hand against my forehead, the latex of my mask surprising me, because I’d forgotten I was still wearing it. “What am I going to do, Jodi?”





Since I wasn’t my roommate and all my answers didn’t end with sex, I vetoed the “f*ck Asher Hart’s brains out” idea. Jodi and I compromised and decided we needed to head to karaoke night again, get some answers and learn the truth...or the constant wondering might drive us insane.

I have no idea why I went as Sticks. Asher had told me he probably wouldn’t recognize his Incubus shirt girl even if he saw her again and he most likely wouldn’t recognize me as the one girl who’d tried out for his band because of my wig either, but I didn’t want to risk it. So I pulled on my mask, fake torso and man panties, then Jodi and I went clubbing.

Grim wasn’t working tonight, so I wondered if this doorman was the Harper guy Asher had mentioned. When we reached the front of the line, I was already sliding my hand into my back pocket for my wallet to get our entry fee and ID, but Jodi had to go and point my way. “He’s with the band.”

I sent her a teeth-gritting glare, but the doorman burst into a huge smile. “Oh, are you Sticks, the new drummer? Hey, man, nice to meet you. I’m Harper.” He stuck out a hand to shake with me, so I cleared my throat and tried to get my “guy” on.

“Hey,” I said, doing the whole head bob thing men did.

Harper had a much better temperament than Grim had had. He didn’t ask for any identification, and he let Jodi and me through without charging us an entry fee.

“I can’t believe that actually worked,” I said, glancing back, just to make sure no one was chasing us down for money yet.

Jodi grinned. “Of course it did! You’re a VIP here now. Let’s go see if we can get free booze too.” When she hooked her arm through mine, I tried to pull us to a stop.

“No, really. Let’s not push it.”

I was kind of loath to go anywhere near the alcohol right now. Asher was bartending, and that’s exactly where he’d be.

Sure, he was the reason we’d come here tonight, but now that we were actually here and I might actually learn he might’ve actually been attracted to me—the girl version of me—once upon a time, everything was just...yeah. It all had me repeating the word actually over and over in my head, and I had a sudden bout of actual stage fright.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure how I’d be able to look into his amazing green eyes ever again.

Jodi didn’t seem to care what my nerves were going through, though. She clutched my arm harder. “This is why we’re here, puta. Time for answers!”