Turn The Page (Kissed by A Muse Book 2) by S.K Munt Read Free Book Online Page A

part though, eh?’
    Leigh was struggling to interpret his words. For starters, he spoke with a soft, smoker’s husk, and his accent and enunciation was wreaking havoc with her translation. The ‘stoked’ was Aussie, the ‘eh?’ was Canadian, but he pronounced every other word so carefully that he sounded more American than anything else. Confused, Leigh slithered to the right, getting back behind the bed and glowering at him over the flat plane of the comforter.
    ‘Who, and how, and just...’ she tried to phrase her questions but her thoughts were overlapping and her tongue was getting all tangled up in them. She didn’t know what was going on, and she really was beginning to worry that she’d lost the plot. Or in her case- gotten WAY too invested in the plot!
    I’d almost convinced myself that I blew his likeness to Ryan way out of proportion, but just LOOK at him! He’s a stranger, but my memory is full of his face! And now he’s responding to the name as well? What the hell?!
    ‘Um… yeah?’ he prodded, but Leigh could only stare as he rubbed his jaw and stared back with a lazy gaze. Logically, she knew that Ryan Weaver couldn’t exist, but the physical evidence to his case was staggering- and so utterly divine that Leigh could barely think past his upper chest and how it looked in the clingy black tee that he was wearing like a boss- a boss who lifted weights for fun while tanning and apparently, having his skin polished until it shone.
    The light of expectation faded from the doppelganger’s eyes when he seemed to realise that she wasn’t going to be responding to him any time soon. He swept his gaze over her once more, smirked and then shook his head, as though he were enjoying an in-joke alone.
    ‘Okay, the cat seems to have both your tongue and your vocal cords so… I can do this alone, I guess.’ He moved towards the bed and put down her things and the white box. ‘Listen; you might just be the strangest, smallest woman I’ve ever met, and I’m a little bit scared of you, so let me make this simple-’ he pointed to the bed. ‘You dropped your things when you ran away today. I found out who you were and where you were staying by peeking inside, I’m sorry, but it was necessary.’ He stepped back, raising his hands as though shielding himself from the eyeballing he was getting. ‘And I felt bad- the way you reacted to me smiling at you made it pretty clear that I’ve done something in the past to piss you off and so, to make up for whatever it is, and the fact that I don’t know your name or recall ever having met you before, I’m giving you this iPad, okay?’
    Leigh inhaled cold air and too much of his minty, smoky, heady aroma for her comfort. ‘You’re giving me a...?’ She glanced at the bed, seeing the box with more focus now and recognising the pale, silver print on the side. It was an iPad box all right, and it still had the plastic on it! But then the rest of what he’d said sank in, and she became confused once more. ‘You’re seriously giving me an iPad to apologize for smiling at me and not knowing my name?’
    ‘Well… yeah, I don’t need it, so it’s yours,’ his voice was softer now, and Leigh wanted to step closer to hear it better. And to smell him better. And to maybe poke him in the eye to see if her finger sliced through air, or his socket.
    ‘But… but it’s an iPad,’ Leigh was lost and nothing he was saying was helping her find her way. ‘An iPad three, to boot!’
    He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans, and the small chain attached to one of his belt loops clinked against the pewter ring on his right pinkie. ‘I was given it as a gift a few months ago, but I wouldn’t have the faintest idea about how to work it, so it’s just been sitting there.’
    ‘So… so return it! Or learn to use it!’ Leigh looked back at him now, trying to wrap her brain around his, well, everything! What kind of conman went around doling out free iPads