Who Do You Love (Rock Royalty Book 7) by Christie Ridgway Page B

forever.
    “What’s up?” he asked Suze now.
    Her free hand toyed with the necklace. “Did I tell you how much I love this?”
    “Yes, you did.” He put his hand over the one she held to his cheek. “You did me a favor in a bad moment.” Who the hell knew what he might have said to Cami if Suze hadn’t shown up?
    “I’m not sure that was such a good thing,” Suze said now. “But…” Her hand slipped in her back pocket, and she pulled out her phone. “Bart’s been trying to reach you.”
    The world went white. His heart stopped beating. “What? What happened?”
    “No, no,” Suze said, pushing her device into his hand. “Nothing like that. He just has a question and said you’re not picking up.”
    Because he’d turned off his phone, wanting to get away from it all and find that warmth of connection at the compound. On a silent groan, he snatched Suze’s phone and dialed the last call.
    Bart’s voice sounded. “You found him?”
    “I am him,” Eamon ground out. “What’s going on?”
    “Oh.” The other man cleared his throat. “We did what you asked. Followed her home from the salvage yard. Stuck around her neighborhood for a while. She’s on the move again, though. What should we do?”
    Yeah, Eamon had assigned them to seeing her home from her regular job, too. She worked Wednesday through Saturday for her brother. Once again, she’d made it home safely. But now it was Saturday night, and Cami wasn’t sticking to her place.
    Going out on a date? To the store for a gallon of ice cream? “What’s she wearing?”
    Bart cleared his throat again. “I don’t know much about female fashion…”
    “For God’s sake,” Eamon snapped out. “Yoga pants or high heels?”
    “That last one. And a short dress.”
    Fuck me. He closed his eyes. Still, so what? She was safe, right? The Sons hadn’t put the two of them together. Weeks had gone by.
    If he set the guys to following her again now, then he was either a stalker or a sadist.
    Yet he couldn’t forget the sight of Jules, his favorite barista, sitting on a hospital bed with singed eyebrows and stubby eyelashes and gauze wrapping her forearm.
    You still have to stay away from Cami , his common sense insisted. She probably had a date. Another man.
    He got that. But it didn’t mean he could allow her to possibly waltz into trouble. Closing his eyes, he pulled in a long breath. “Follow her,” he said. “Keep me posted.”
    “You’re sure?”
    “Sure.” Go ahead. “And report back.” Fucking drag my bleeding carcass over a bed of coals while you’re at it.
     
    Cami followed the hostess toward the Mexican restaurant’s patio, breathing in the scent of spicy, mouthwatering food. Cilla had called to ask her to a dinner that included Rose, but as she came around the corner she noted her brothers’ fiancées were seated at a long table set for eight. Only one end seat remained empty, as the rest were filled with the other women attached to the Rock Royalty—Alexa, Cleo, Honey, and Ashlynn. A final surprising addition was Jewel. She was the single mother of a baby and lived on the same street as the Lemons’ Laurel Canyon compound.
    “What are you all doing here?” she asked, looking around at their smiling faces. “Have I forgotten someone’s birthday?”
    Cilla shook her head and jumped up to kiss Cami’s cheek then pull out the free chair for her. “Do we really need a reason to drink margaritas and eat our favorite variety of food on the planet?”
    She pushed Cami into the chair. “Sit back.” A waiting margarita glass was pressed into Cami’s hand, salt encrusting the rim. “Drink. Have fun.”
    “So bossy,” Cami pretended to complain. Then she leaned toward Jewel, who sat on her left. “I didn’t forget a special occasion, did I?” she whispered. Wrapped up in her own misery as she’d been lately, she could have overlooked any number of things.
    The willowy brunette shook her head. “I don’t think so. I got