Who Do You Love (Rock Royalty Book 7) Read Free Page A

grownup children of the Velvet Lemons or their love interests. But he’d made it his business to know their faces, just as he’d done his damnedest not to ever let them see his.
    He’d been careful not to send Cami—or anyone who happened to be watching—the wrong message. They’d only met at night, and they’d only fucked at night, every encounter under the cover of darkness. That instinctive precaution—the one he’d taken to spare her from getting too attached—seemed beyond fortunate now, even though it had only half-worked.
    Cami had been hurt after all, but it had been on him. The thugs who wanted Eamon to pressure his cousin into silence didn’t suspect she might be his weak point—meaning they had no reason to do her harm.
    He’d never allow that to change.
    The women’s footsteps drew closer, three pairs of heels on the blacktop. They were chattering, the words becoming more distinct as they drew closer, passing his sedan on the way to Cami’s.
    “Did you give him your number?” one of the women asked.
    Silence. Then, Cami’s quiet voice. “Yeah.”
    Eamon’s muscles tensed.
    “Good for you!” The bright tone in the other female’s voice set his teeth on edge.
    “Don’t go marrying us off, Cilla,” Cami warned. “I didn’t give him my ring size, only my cell number. He’ll probably lose it.”
    “Not by the way he was looking at you,” Cilla said. “Am I right, Rose?”
    “Right,” Rose said, so cheerful that Eamon’s hackles leaped high again. “What did he say was his name?”
    Eamon focused. Yeah, give me a name. He had the tools and the experience to do a background check to end all background checks. If there was even the smallest, single smudge on the guy he’d find it. Then find a way to warn off the SOB. His fingers curled into another pair of tight fists, the instant heat in his belly reminding him that he was at the core a rough man who came from a very rough world. And he was ruthless, too, despite the smooth edges his father had promised Eamon’s mother she could give their boy in payment for the blood she’d spilled.
    “His name?” Cami said now. “I don’t remember.”
    Guilt pinched him, hard enough that he winced. She’d never asked for his name. Not the entirety of it—knowing him only as Eamon. Not that he’d offered it, of course. When she didn’t pry he’d used the withholding of his surname as another safety measure. Another unspoken message.
    Short term, baby. That’s all I do.
    “I’m just glad you’re moving on. It’s been weeks since that night at Satan’s and—”
    “I told you,” Cami interrupted, her voice sharp, “I’m over him.”
    That shouldn’t feel like shit. It’s what Eamon wanted, after all. But he did feel like shit, as he had from the night he’d chanced to run into her at the roadhouse in Topanga Canyon. Now he knew it was owned by the woman who was with Cilla Maddox’s brother Brody. Then, it had been just a place to drink and not think about the fairy he’d recently dumped for reasons that had nothing to do with her.
    Short term, baby. That’s all I do.
    She’d stood there, those green eyes trained on him as she asked him to reconsider their break-up. Every emotion was in that gaze. Every. Single. One. Silly girl had just laid out her heart like a hand of cards.
    And he’d turned away from her like what she offered was a fistful of garbage. Gave her his back instead of even a conciliatory word.
    Yeah. Rough and ruthless, that was Eamon Rooney.
    The women said their farewells and then car doors opened, closed. Cilla and Rose must have come together because the first car that pulled out carried two figures in the front seats. He dared to scoot up in his and saw that Cami sat behind the wheel of her car, cell phone in hand.
    Had the other man called already?
    Ignoring his clenching gut, he watched her thumbs move on the screen. That didn’t mean she was responding to a text. In the short months they’d been