More Than Words: Kissed By A Muse #3 Read Online Free

view without looking through the lens. The snow from the night before had already melted, leaving no trace but a thin coating of frost on some people’s car windshields, and though Leigh was disappointed to learn later that it rarely snowed so early in the year, she was grateful to have caught that one flake.
    Niagara Falls looked so wonderful from up there, and as Leigh regarded it, she sighed and shook her head sadly. She had so many things to do before she left town, and yet she’d barely done any of it! Ryan’s company seemed like a fair exchange now, but really- she had to work harder to act like the tourist she was, instead of the girlfriend she was never going to get to be.
    I haven’t been to the haunted house or the Rainforest Cafe or the bowling place… I have to start! As much as I want to go to Ryan’s gig tonight and dream a little dream, I need to put the fanny pack back on and do something! And I really should start by calling Bruce.
    By the time Leigh made it to the falls, her arms were ready to fall off under the weight of her shopping bags, and she’d pretty much spent all of the money she’d saved in accommodation, but she was pleased and excited. She’d gotten Ryan two ornaments for his Christmas tree, and a tiny fabric angel for hers, and two new outfits, one of which she’d already changed into: black skinny jeans, chunky Docs, with a black netted shirt over a silver tank.
    She’d gone to the mall afterwards and had had a woman braid her hair to one side, and then had gotten a make-up demonstration from a department store. She walked out feeling good- really good- strong enough to face Ryan again, and photo-worthy, which was important because if she did get to meet Kathryn Praser, she’d be taking a selfie with the woman!
    I’m ready for this! I’m ready for anything! Sharp jaw and bug eyes be damned, the people who matter the most to me are going to damn well remember me once I’m gone, even if they do break my heart first!
    The falls were crazy busy, but Leigh had no difficulty finding Ryan because all she had to do was follow the crowd of people gathered at his usual spot on the grassy knoll. Her heart began to twitch as she followed his incredible voice through the throng, and when she saw him, it all fell away; her fancy hair, her make-up shield, the striking clothes- leaving her wet and naked and trembling and defenseless once more.
    ‘Yes it’s going to be a cold, lonely summer…’ Ryan was singing ‘Sealed With A Kiss’ and he was singing it to her, as though he’d spotted her making her way toward him and had selected the song that would make her heart trip the hardest. Only there was no way to tell if he was looking at her at all because he was wearing dark glasses that concealed his greatest asset. He should have looked less appealing without those eyes blazing for all to see, and yet covering them only served to draw attention to everything else that he had going for them- the slightly bruised hue of his wide, generous lips, the sexy way his hair fell to one side across his glossy black brows, and the translucent glow to his olive complexion. He was freshly shaven and wearing ripped, pale blue jeans with a neon blue fitted shirt under his black leather jacket, and he looked so delicious and rock star that Leigh was tempted to throw her panties at him, and may have were she wearing a skirt instead of jeans.
    Leigh sighed as quietly as she could and sagged to the ground at the inner edge of his audience, dropping her shopping bags around her and shaking her head to herself, trying to ignore the dirl within her core. Had she honestly believed that dressing up a little more than usual would give her some sort of upper hand when it came to this man? Ryan’s lip twitched with a smile as though he knew he’d taken her legs out from under her again, and Leigh could only stare back, at a complete loss as to how to proceed. The book-learned part of her knew that she ought top