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

from the book and get excited to meet a likeness, or think you’re trying to sell them on it to bed them or get money for singing or whatever- basically working it- and offending them.’ She sighed. ‘I was coming down to tell you, after having put a copy on your iPad, when you looked up at me and made that shitty remark.’
    ‘Oh.’ Ryan was quiet for a moment, appraising her- his eyes running up and down her, and softening. Leigh lifted her chin and tried not to look psychotic. ‘So… you thought I was playing some character intentionally?’ his brow creased when Leigh nodded. ‘Okay… but what does it even matter if I was? It’s just a book, for fuck’s sake. That’s like a fan of Joan Jett smacking Britney Spears over the head because she covered I love Rock ‘N Roll.’
    Leigh laughed, thinking of some of the obsessed, fan-girling readers she knew and how crazy they could get, and then thinking of One Direction Fans and how crazy they could get, and shrugged at Ryan. ‘What makes people act more passionately, than books and music? And that book is pretty huge at the moment and has been for a while. I mean, it got me to Niagara Falls when originally, I planned to end the Canadian leg of my tour in Halifax, and then go back to New York via Vermont...’ She held out her hands. ‘But here I am.’ She glanced over her shoulder and sighed with relief when she saw how many blue-poncho wearing people had converged around the gangplank of The Maid Of the Mist. She could bolt before the conversation got any more embarrassing, or before his softened demeanour could make him that much more beautiful in her eyes. ‘And speaking of my tour… I have to-’ she jerked her head towards the boat.
    Ryan stepped up, so that they were eye to eye. ‘Wait… you’re just gonna drop me on this and then leave?’
    ‘Um… yeah?’ Leigh glanced at the book in his hands. ‘I mean, what I else can I say? Okay, I owe you an apology, I guess-’
    ‘By my count, you owe me at least five.’ His expression became contrite, and he lifted his thumbnail to bite down on it again. ‘As I owe you, for being so presumptuous. But… can’t we talk about this? I mean… I have so many questions!’
    ‘But I don’t have any answers for you Ryan, not unless they’re about plot twists and whatnot. If you want to shift what you know about yourself into the non-fiction section, then you need to talk to this Imogen woman, or your friends or-’
    ‘Imogen’s dead,’ he said, looking forlorn. He slid his hand down to tug on his chain again and squint out at the boat, and his eyes were bluer than the ice shelves forming on the top of the falls, even in profile as he added softly: ‘And she was my only friend.’
    Oh my god... he’s all alone! What happened to her? How did he get to be here? On a scale of one to ten, how evil is it that I keep looking at his ass every time he twists around?
    ‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered, thinking how odd it was that both he and the fictional him had lost a girl via tragedy.
    ‘Yeah, I know…’ he wet his lips and looked back at her. ‘Please, Leigh… I don’t want to be alone right now. I know that you and I haven’t exactly hit it off… but we don’t have to hate on each other now that we’re both on the same page with clear eyes, do we?’
    Leigh felt butterflies flutter within her tummy, and wished that she had a teeny tiny can of bug spray to swallow. She looked him in the eye, and scanned them for traces of deceit. ‘I don’t think it’s the best idea given how easily we manage to piss each other off...’
    ‘We’ll be fine.’ Ryan laughed and patted her shoulder as he walked toward the ticket office, and his sudden upswing in mood made her wonder just how lonely the guy was, to find the prospect of her prolonged company, soothing. ‘People are like songs, you know? The most annoying ones, are the ones that are guaranteed to make you grin every time you think of them forever,