Free Unspoken Words (Unspoken #1) by H. P. Davenport Page A

them. Wait and see what she says.” The words no sooner leave Christian’s mouth, when the door to our private room opens and everyone comes in.
    Lincoln walks over to where we are standing and pulls us aside. “She knows them. She saw them perform last year in California and wrote a piece on them. Believe it or not, she actually sat next to the lead singer and the guitarist on the plane yesterday.”
    “I saw the way he watched Camryn down there. That guy was way too into her for my liking.” My jaw clenches, and my eyes narrow toward the guy standing on the other side of the room. The one who seemed to be a little too interested in Camryn.
    Camryn walks over to us and leans into my side. I raise my brow at her.
    “I see that look in your eye. Shall I ask?” She stands on her tiptoes to get closer to my ear. “Are you being protective, or are you jealous?” she asks in a seductive purr.
    I scoff at her accusation. Knowing all the damn while that she hit the nail on the head.
    “Don’t act like this, Jamie. I know them, they’re nice guys.”
    “Nice guys, huh?” Oh shit. She’s right. I’m jealous. I can’t believe I am jealous of some tool I have never met.
    “Stop it. We met last year when I wrote a review about them for my column. I sat next to Chad and Buffer on the plane yesterday. I had no idea they were going to be here tonight. Chad gave me his business card, but I never gave him my number.” That little bit of information makes me smile.
    Nodding my head, but I don’t take my eyes off of the guys. “What’s the name of their band?” Christian walks over to join our conversation, when Cami says their name, Troubled Pasts, Christian’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline.
    “They’re Troubled Pasts?” Christian asks with a look of recognition on his face. I am completely lost on what is going on here. Looking at Christian, “Do you know them?”
    Cami eyes the two of us as if we have three heads. Christian pulls me closer to him by putting his arm around my shoulder, “They, my friend, are our new client. We have a meeting with them at the studio on Tuesday morning at ten o’clock.”
    I turn to face him. “You have got to be shitting me,” I mutter with complete surprise on my face.
    “Nope,” Christian replies with a shit-eating smirk on this face.
    Camryn calls Chad over. With his cocky swagger, he approaches us.
    “Guys, this is Chad. He is the singer in the band, Troubled Pasts.” Cami introduces.
    Christian shakes his hand, then I do the same. Christian speaks up first, “I’m Christian Townsend, Camryn’s brother, and this is my best friend and business partner, Jamieson Banks. We own Townsend and Banks, LLC. We have a meeting set up with your band on Tuesday morning. It’s nice to meet you . . . small world. I had no idea you knew my sister, Camryn.”
    “It’s nice to meet you too. I had no idea that Camryn knew you. Our managers set this meeting up for us. I only met Camryn last year when she did a piece on us for Key Notes. ” Chad calls the rest of the guys over and introduces them. We all shake hands, Camryn walks away and heads over to be with the girls. Lincoln stands with them, keeping a watchful eye on everyone. Lincoln is one who takes everything in. I thought I was tough on welcoming newcomers into our group, but Lincoln is who you need to get past in order to be in our close circle. Lincoln gives me a look, as if I got this covered. Mingle with your clients. I’ll keep an eye on the girls.

CAMRYN
    I GRAB MY cell off the nightstand to look at my calendar for the next three months, I’m booked solid. This was the only week that Shelby didn’t have events scheduled, so I took advantage of spending quality time with my family and friends. I didn’t realize just how much I needed this down time to relax and enjoy myself.
    This week has blown by in the blink of an eye. I spent Monday at the spa with my mom and every night my mom has shown me a new dish to prepare