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

whip out a novel and read or something- feign a level of disinterest, but who on earth could read in his presence? Once again, there were more people gaping at him than at the falls!
    ‘I was hoping I’d find you here…’
    Leigh looked up, shocked to see Bruce melt forward from the crowd and kneel beside her. ‘Bruce!’
    Uh-oh and YES! Please distract me Bruce- cause a scene if you must but stop me from looking at that man for at least five seconds or I’m going to die!
    ‘Hey…’ Bruce was wearing sunglasses too, but his smile looked as awkward and sheepish as hers felt. ‘Got a minute?’
    ‘Hey...’ Leigh pulled some of her bags out of the way and patted the ground, all of her horrible feelings from the day before rushing back to her and she welcomed them because it was preferable to the hyperventilating she’d been about to start doing over Ryan’s blue shirt. ‘Yes please, sit. I was going to call you later to apologize-’
    ‘I was going to call Weaver’s to do the same thing. I just wasn’t sure if…’ Bruce sat beside her and pulled on her braid. ‘You look cute! Special occasion?’
    Leigh opted to preen instead of blush. ‘I’m hoping to go stalk that author today.’ She pressed her hand against his. ‘Thank you so much for the address, and I’m so sorry for that scene yesterday.’
    But Bruce shook his head, his cheeks as bright as his hair. ‘No please don’t apologize. I feel crummy enough without you making me feel even guiltier.’ He took off his glasses and yes; the sheepishness had made it to his light brown eyes. ‘I was a prick yesterday morning and you were right- it was unprofessional of me to show up at your door so many times to force my company on you, and even taking my job out of the equation- my behavior was anything but smooth.’ He scratched his head, wincing. ‘I wish I could say that that sort of scene is a rare occurrence for me, but Paisley trained me to get a little crazy, unfortunately so…’ he cleared his throat. ‘I get jealous and pitch fits, apparently.’
    Leigh chuckled nervously. ‘I’m sure Ryan didn’t help…’
    ‘No. No Ryan’s cool… too cool. And that’s my problem, I think,’ Bruce glanced over at the singer and shook his head, as though dumbfounded. ‘I’d give a body part to be a bit more like him. Musically, socially… he’s just got that thing, you know? He doesn’t even know who he is and yet he’s cooler than everyone- and he got a gig where I’ve been trying for years-’ Bruce snapped his fingers. ‘Like that.’ He wrinkled his note. ‘My ex… she fancies him too, I think so…’
    ‘I’m sorry,’ Leigh said honestly, glancing at Ryan and not missing the way his forehead had creased since she’d started talking to Bruce. ‘That would drive me nuts too. But I imagine most people feel second rate in his company so you shouldn’t take it personally.’
    ‘I’m trying not to. I’m missing the strong, silent chromosome though…’ Bruce chuckled. ‘I’d like to think I make up for it with kindness but…’
    ‘Oh, he’s not as strong or silent as you’d think,’ Leigh said lightly. ‘In fact, trying to shut him up once he gets comfortable is like trying to shut off a dripping tap- but he definitely knows how to mute everyone else.’
    Bruce cocked his head at her. ‘So you’re getting along okay?’
    Leigh shifted uncomfortably. ‘We’re managing. The house is great, and he’s an attentive host.’
    ‘Attentive, hmm?’
    Leigh glanced down at her hands on the juicy green grass and remembered how they’d looked against Ryan’s skin. ‘Can we not?’
    ‘My pleasure.’ Bruce sighed as though he were keenly aware of every time she and Ryan had touched, and Leigh wondered how blatantly it was written across her face. ‘Well, I was coming down here to beg for that second date but if Ryan is keeping you busy-’
    ‘I’d love to still go out with you,’ Leigh said quickly, looking up and smiling.