Unspoken Words (Unspoken #1) Read Free

will take you up on it.”
    A loud laugh pulls my attention away from Chad. “Nice line, dude, real nice. Camryn, please don’t think our entire band acts like this one.” He nods his head in Chad’s direction.
    Chad shoots his bandmate a look then gets up and grabs his bag from the overhead
    compartment, placing it at his feet. “Which bag is yours?”
    “It’s the hot pink, leopard print one.”
    He hands me my carry-on, and when I bend over to grab my laptop bag I hear a whistle. I turn around and give Chad a dirty look. If looks could kill, he would have dropped dead right there in the aisle. He holds his hands up, as if surrendering. “I’m only joking, no need to shoot daggers at me.” He chuckles and Buffer and I walk ahead of him down the jet bridge.
    When we exit the bridge, Chad extends his hand to me. “Well, it was nice seeing you again. Call me.”
    “Or don’t,” Buffer interjects.
    We go our separate ways at the terminal, since they both only had a carry-on. Following the signs toward baggage claim, I pray Christian and Jamie are here to pick me up. It has been three months since I’ve seen my friends and family and what a welcome home it will be to see them both in a few minutes.

CAMRYN
    MY BROTHER, CHRISTIAN , leans against the wall in baggage claim looking up at the screens. Starting to walk in his direction, I’m swept up into a set of strong arms. I don’t need to see the face to know who they belong to. I’d recognize the vibrant tattoos that cover his arms from his wrists all the way up to his shoulders and wrap around to his chest. These arms belong to Jamieson Banks . . . my Jamie.
    Jamie squeezes me and snuggles his face into my neck. A loud squeal leaves my mouth, turning heads in our direction. Jamie places my feet back on the ground, just in time for me to turn around and throw my arms around his neck squeezing him tightly. After inhaling his scent, a smile spreads across my face. Home.
    Jamie is beautiful. His features are perfect, so symmetrical, that any more delicacy would make him too beautiful to be a man. His skin pulled taut over the elegant ridge of his cheekbones. His brows and chocolate eyes are startling against his tan skin and dark hair.
    In my eyes, he is literally a walking sex god. Granted, we’ve never had sex or anything, but with me being home for a while, I’m hoping to build up enough courage to tell Jamie how I feel about him.
    Jamie whispers in my ear, “It’s been way too long, Tink. I’ve missed the hell out of you.” Just as I pull back to look at his face, Jamie leans in and plants a huge kiss on my cheek. Swatting Jamie in the chest, I mutter “Don’t call me that in public. You know how much I hate that name.”
    Jamie raises his eyebrows and laughs, “Cami, I’ve been calling you Tink since you were little and dressed up as Tinkerbell five Halloweens in a row. You were obsessed with Tinkerbell, you even wore your costume in the yard to play. I can’t help it.”
    “Oh, really, I also dressed up as a baseball player for Halloween a few times, and wore a uniform for years on the field, you could have at least called me ‘Slugger’ or ‘Power Pitcher’. Something a little catchier.”
    Jamie lets out a hearty laugh, “Cami, you have no idea how much I missed our bantering back and forth.”
    When Jamie and I break away from our hug, my brother comes over in our direction. “Hey, what am I? Chopped liver? Get over here and give your big brother a hug. I’ve missed you more than Jamie.”
    “Big brother, really? You are not my big brother.”
    “I beg to differ and my birth certificate will vouch for that. I am, indeed, your big brother.”
    “Christian, you were born one minute before me. That does not constitute seniority. If you are playing the birth certificate card, I believe I am the big sister since I weighed more than you.”
    “You weighed in more than me because you wouldn’t share the food that Mom was consuming while