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

box set? Books or movies?’
    ‘The movies. There was no way that I was leaving my book set in that psycho’s hands!’
    Leigh smiled, wondering if he could see the approval in her eyes. He read! He read middle-grade fantasy she’d never cottoned to, but it was something.
    ‘Oh my god… I don’t think a woman’s ever taken this long to accept a drink offer in history…’ Bruce complained, regarding her with desperate eyes. Leigh laughed again, thinking of Anne and Gilbert and how long he had waited. She wanted a man like that- a love like that- but that was a pretty tall order for a holiday fling to fill.
    ‘I want to say yes, I really do,’ she assured him. ‘I just worry about your expectations.’
    ‘Because you’re only here for a week?’ Bruce shrugged. ‘I don’t mind. I’m a bit of a romantic, and an incurable optimist and so, for the right girl… the right connection...’
    Leigh exhaled heavily, wondering if she was making a big mistake by even contemplating going out with a guy so… insistent. ‘Okay, here’s the thing…’ she bit her lip. ‘I’ll say yes, but first you should probably know… there won’t be any coffee offers, in the uh, offing.’
    Bruce raised one eyebrow, and it was so hot, that it was Bond. ‘Australian to Canuck translation?’
    Leigh’s cheeks heated. ‘I don’t invite men up to my hotel room.’ She took a sip from her coffee and smiled in a way that she knew resembled someone smushing her face up against a pane of glass. ‘I never have before- ever. And I don’t plan on it… until we both own the coffeepot, if you catch my drift.’
    Bruce’s mouth fell open.

Five
    L eigh awoke to the brightest morning she’d ever known and immediately groaned and pressed her hands into her eyes, trying to block out the morning glare bouncing off the falls and the gleaming roof tops beneath her window, and making the veins behind her eyes glow bright red.
    ‘Oh man…’ Leigh didn’t need to open her eyes to know that she had a hangover, because she could feel the gentle pulse in her temples. And not just a hangover from the bottle of champagne she’d finished while re-reading The Count Of Monte Christo during her second soak in the hot tub either, but a morning-after-embarrassment hangover, complete with sunburned cheeks and a fluttering in her stomach.
    Did all of that really happen? Fake Ryan’s and screaming matches? Broken devices and skipped blog entries? Flashing my ass at a guy on the wrong side of his amnesia? Having coffee with the concierge in my suite and agreeing to have something stronger outside of it? What the hell, Leigh? And you thought you wasted yesterday? You lived three lives in a few hours!
    Leigh grudgingly got up to have a bath, and at first, she did so leisurely- washing her hair thoroughly and rinsing it lazily under the faucet instead of going over to the shower, and even picked up the copy of Monte Christo that she’d nabbed at the flea market in North Carolina for fifty cents, staring idly at it while she waited for her conditioner to work. But she’d left her reading glasses next to her bed and couldn’t focus on the words, so she turned on the television instead and clapped bubbly slaps when The Notebook blinked to forty-two inch life.
    But despite how lovely and warm the bath was, the concept of relaxing became conceptual after only a few minutes, as a strange sense of urgency began to arise within her as her brain slowly woke up and began to tick over too fast for Noah Wyle’s poetic words to make her heart ache. This was day two in Niagara, and it was already half past eight, which meant that she only had less than twelve hours to do what she wanted to do, before Bruce picked her up for their date. She didn’t have a minute to waste!
    Alert, Leigh splashed and clambered her way out of the spa, towelled herself off, slapped on the macadamia and honey moisturiser that came with the fancy toiletries rather than digging up her own,