Unravelled (Revealed #2) by Alice Raine Read Free Book Online Page A

some other bizarre reaction that I couldn’t quite place. I ignored it best I could, trying to push the strange sensation aside with a firm shake of my head as I dealt with the other peculiar reality currently on my mind – there was no doubt about it, the man who had knocked me down and was now kneeling at my side performing impromptu first aid on me was none other than Jack Felton, my current celeb crush and the guy I’d fondly watched on the television earlier this morning.
    Holy shit balls.
    When I’d first arrived in LA I’d read in a gossip magazine that Jack had been spotted running in this park, and that knowledge might have slightly swayed my choice in jogging spot, but only because it had been exciting to imagine using the same running trails as him. I’d never in a million years thought I’d actually see him. Or get run down by him. This park was huge, over four and a half acres of wooded tracks, so to be honest, I was still struggling with the unbelievable odds as I sat there gawking up at him.
    ‘It … it's you …’ I mumbled, unable to control myself as my mouth finally caught up with my brain. I tilted my head to the side to properly look at him. That was why his voice sounded familiar, because it was .
    At my belated recognition, an amused expression spread across his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes and making my heart beat just a little faster behind my ribs.
    This was at once both utterly exhilarating and completely mortifying, because before me was Jack Felton (admittedly a heavily bearded version) which was so surreal and exciting that I could barely comprehend it. But on the other side of things, that meant that this rather successful film star and general all-round heartthrob had just witnessed me lying on the floor with my legs splayed and grunting like a hippopotamus in heat.
    As a blush seared my cheeks, it vaguely occurred to me how amusing Allie would find this when I told her. She knew I had a bit of a soft spot for Jack, but talk about random coincidences! First her getting snowed in with Sean Phillips, and now me getting practically slam dunked by Jack Felton. Two run-ins with Hollywood hunks in less than four months. Who would have placed money on that? Not me, that was for sure. What a small, crazy world.
    Looking disbelievingly at him again while simultaneously registering his alarmingly warm brown eyes, I replayed my unladylike fall and subsequent panic attacks and internally cringed. Crap, crap, crap.
    Ignoring my humiliated look he gave me a casual shrug. ‘Yeah, sorry to disappoint you. They were going to send George Clooney to knock you over, but instead you got me.’ Actually, if I was offered a choice between Jack Felton and George Clooney, I'd pick Jack every single time.
    The way he brushed off my earlier nerves and was joking to put me at ease was incredibly sweet, but then he smiled up at me as he began to examine my cut and I found myself almost unable to breathe. God, that smile. My stomach performed an enormous flip just from the sight of it.
    ‘I’m surprised you recognised me with this monstrosity,’ he commented as he almost lovingly stroked his beard. Unaware of the impact his incredible smile had had on me, he flashed me another one and went back to tending to my arm as he continued to speak. ‘It’s for an episode of the show. Thankfully I can cut it off soon, bloody thing is so itchy.’
    The presence of the beard had totally thrown me. His character in Fire Lab was always clean shaven, so I’d never seen him with one before. I wasn’t usually a fan of beards, but I had to say, this one looked pretty good. Or perhaps that was just down to my fondness for the man displaying it …
    ‘Well, it's your lucky day. I'm wearing new trainers today so have these with me in case of blisters,’ he explained as he pulled two plasters from his shorts pocket with another of those heart-stopping half smiles that he was evidently rather good at.
    This was so