be nothing for me to do. Noodles is singularly focused when it comes to him and the waves.”
“He’s got a funny name.”
“Tell me about it, and the bastard won’t tell me how he got it.”
“Spike knows.”
“So I’ve heard.” Mitzy’s eyes narrow. “You know what?”
“What?”
“I have an idea.”
“What?”
“Why don’t you ask him?”
“Noodles?”
“No. Get Spike to tell you. He’s the only one who knows how Noodles got his nickname.”
“Why would he tell me anything?”
Mitzy gives me a look, then shakes her head. “Sorry, forgot I’m not supposed to mention it.”
“Mention what?”
“That you and Spike are…” She makes a vague gesture with her hand.
“Are what?” All my senses go on high alert. “We’re not doing anything.”
“Riiiight…” Mitzy rolls her eyes.
“What do you think we’re doing?” My gut churns and bottoms out.
“You’re secretly dating.” She covers her mouth and lowers her voice to a whisper.
“Did Forest tell you? He wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. He promised.” This is seriously bad. I need to get a hold of Spike and let him know.
“Forest knows?” She sits back, shocked.
“Isn’t he the one who told you?”
“No, that bastard didn’t say a word.” She presses her finger to the table. “You’re telling me Forest knows?”
“Knows what?” Skye breezes in and grabs a banana off the kitchen island. She comes over to sit with us.
“Your brother knows about Angel and Spike.” Mitzy keeps her voice low, but she’s agitated.
“Forest knows?” Skye’s eyes practically bug out of her head. “How does he know?”
“How do you two know?” I rock back and forth, seriously concerned.
They glance at each other and exchange a look.
“Does everyone know?” My gut does more than churn. It’s in a total free fall. I glance between them. “Who knows?” This is bad. It’s so bad.
“I thought it was just us, but evidently, Forest has been holding out.” Skye peels the banana and takes a bite. “I can’t believe he kept a secret from me.”
“I can’t believe he kept it secret from me.” Mitzy scoots back. “That little rat.” Her eyes narrow, and I can practically see the gears whirling in her head.
“Who else knows?” I repeat my question, more insistent, but they’re more concerned about Forest keeping a secret from them than the fact my entire life is about ready to implode. “Does Bash know?”
“God no.” Mitzy gives a dismissive wave of her hand. “He’s oblivious.”
“What about Holly? Does she know?” If Holly knows, it’s a sure bet Bash will know soon enough.
“I don’t think so.” Skye takes another bite.
“Piper? Bent?” My entire body shakes. This is so bad.
“Doubtful,” Skye says. “I can’t believe Forest didn’t tell me.”
“Ash? Does Ash know?”
“Know, what?” Forest’s low rumble precedes him as he wanders into the kitchen.
Mitzy pops up out of her seat and walks up to Forest. She places a finger over his sternum. “You’ve been keeping secrets.”
“What secrets?” Forest’s gaze cuts to me then shifts back to Mitzy.
Mitzy gestures back to me. “About Angel.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” He grips Mitzy’s wrist and make a show of moving it, along with her finger, off his chest. Grabbing a banana, he sidesteps her and joins me at the table. “What’s Mitzy going on about?” His normally icy gaze simmers with concern as he takes me in.
I could deny it, but there’s no point.
“They know.”
“About what?” Forest peels his banana.
“About me and Spike.”
“What about you and Spike?” He takes a bite.
“Oh, you can stop it, beanpole.” Skye blows out her breath. “Mitzy and I know all about it.”
“Know, what?” His eyes twinkle.
“You’re impossible. You know that?” Skye puffs out an exacerbated breath. “We know that Angel and Spike are secretly dating.”
“Is that so?” Forest takes another bite and chews deliberately as he stares at Mitzy and Skye.
“Okay, that’s it.” I place my palms on the table and stand. “I need to know what you know. How you know. Who you’ve told, and…”
“Calm down, Angel.” Forest tosses the banana peel on the table. “Skye and Mitzy won’t tell a soul. I told no one, and I’m pretty sure they haven’t either. The two of them are thick as thieves and love a bit of juicy gossip.”
“But, how?”
“It’s the way the two of you look at each other when you think no one’s watching,” Skye says. “And you’ve been spending a lot of time together lately.”
“Driving lessons.”
“Girl, nobody needs that many driving lessons. The two of you need a better M.O.”
“What’s that?”
“Motus operandi?” Mitzy rolls her eyes. “You know, another way of doing things. We caught on pretty quick. It won’t be