More Than Words: Kissed By A Muse #3 by S.K Munt Read Free Book Online Page B

the songs from the books playlist.’ Her fingers fell away from Ryan’s hand, and she hugged herself. ‘So, you recognize him?’
    ‘Recognize him? I’d know that face anywhere!’ Kathryn swung back to Ryan and cupped his face with warm hands. ‘The resemblance is uncanny!’ And then, to Ryan’s horror- she smiled. ‘Okay I’m impressed. Ryan, is it?’ She winked and slapped his shoulder casually. ‘Give me your number and if they get around to making the movie, I’ll give you a strong recommendation, okay? Lord knows that haven’t even gotten CLOSE to finding my Ryan yet!’
    WHAT?
    ‘Resemblance? Movie?’ Leigh slid between Ryan and Kathryn. ‘Wait- you don’t actually know this guy?’
    The author’s face creased in consternation. ‘Why… no. Of course not.’ She looked back to Ryan, and her frown deepened. ‘She said you were busking by the falls… You haven’t taken this girl for a ride, have you young man?’ She crossed her arms. ‘What’s your real name?’
    Ryan’s mouth popped open as the writer leapt to the same disgusting conclusion that Leigh initially had. How paranoid were women, anyway? Wasn’t he good-looking enough to pull chicks on his own merit? ‘Are you serious? You just said that you’d know me anywhere!’
    ‘Well yeah that face with those contacts-’
    ‘I do NOT wear contacts,’ Ryan snapped, and Kathryn Praser slanted her eyes at him.
    ‘Well, whether that’s the truth or not-’
    ‘It’s the truth.’ Ryan crossed his arms and glared daggers at her. ‘I’m just pretty, got it?’
    Kathryn’s eyes flared, but in amusement, and the blonde snorted.
    ‘I can’t believe this!’ Leigh, who had seemed so nonchalant about Ryan’s possible links to Kathryn Praser until then, suddenly exploded, her hands, eyes and blonde plait flying about dangerously. ‘His name is Ryan! He has a ring to prove that!’ Leigh held up Ryan’s hand but he was so numb he barely felt that. ‘It’s inscribed in here: For Ryan.’ She dropped his hands. ‘He’s twenty-three years old and a musician with an Australian accent with a predilection for light bondage and-’
    Ryan clapped his hand over Leigh’s mouth and yanked her up against him, his cheeks heating. ‘What your biggest fan here is saying, is that I’m almost exactly like the guy in your book, and because she’s read it so many times, she should know. I just finished it myself and I’m inclined to agree…’ his hands were shaking but his voice calm as he locked eyes with the astonished author. ‘But if we’ve never met before…?’
    Kathryn Praser stared at him. ‘No,’ she said, then cleared her throat and frowned again. ‘Unless I’ve forgotten you or…’ she scratched her hand and glanced to her assistant for help, who was of no help because she was still staring at Ryan with a gaping mouth. ‘Well… do you recall us having met before?’
    Leigh pulled Ryan’s hand away from her mouth and rested it so close to her breast that for a moment, Ryan was so sensually distracted by his pinkie finger pushing through a hole in her netted shirt that he wouldn’t have been able to name the president, let alone any one he’d ever met before. But luckily, Leigh answered for him:
    ‘Ryan had an accident six months ago and was fished out of Niagara Gorge. The woman who saved him brought him to live with her and then died, but she named him first- Ryan Weaver. And she had to do that, because Ryan has no recollection of anything from before the accident…’ Leigh stepped away from Ryan, and he instantly missed her closeness and warmth. ‘Once we talked and I became aware of that, I realised that the similarities between your Ryan, and him, were too spooky to be a coincidence. He had to be the guy who inspired your book, or… or this Imogen woman saw the likeness that I did, and gave him that name as an inside joke- one she neglected to mention before she died- and left him an inheritance instead of a fucking