Choosing Her Lover

Chapter 30

‘A Conspiracy of Ravens’

 

Part Four

A Conspiracy of Ravens

My morning walk with the dogs: there is a figure jogging towards me on the beach, a small dog trotting at his heels. I turn to walk the other way.

“Kirstie!” Ben’s voice carries on the breeze. “Kirstie....”

I ignore him and keep walking.

After a minute or so, there is panting and Ben appears at my side, breathing heavily.

“Kirstie, please….”

Perhaps I should find another place to walk….

“…. We need to talk,” he says.

“I don’t think so. I saw your idea of talking.” I keep moving, stepping up my pace a little, doing everything I can to discourage the conversation.

“Please, Kirstie. Do you want me to apologise? Alright, I apologise. Is that good enough for you?”

I stop, turning to face him. “What exactly are you apologising for?”

His face falls. “I’m apologising for losing my temper as I did. It came as a bit of a shock, everything that you said, that Michael said.”

“And for threatening Charlotte?”

Now he reddens. “I wasn’t threatening her.”

up my mood, milling around me, jittery and nervous. Meg shows

you, but

wouldn’t have hit

further away

and he backs away. “You don’t really think that I’m the kind of man that attacks

dogs. “What do I make of you, Ben? Even the dogs are reading you, your body language. They’re not happy. I barely know you, but quite a bit of

for.” he snaps. “You screw around, and you admitted to fucking my brother and

wasn’t there because they wanted to be. No-one was coerced and everyone enjoyed themselves. And the same applies to Michael’s arrangements

the sand. “You didn’t have to call

it. You heard James. He asked Francis to call them. If he thinks

then, “Do you

me, but I don’t think it’s me you should

me in the eye, instead staring out to sea. He nods,

*****

return home that evening, Ryan is waiting for me, sitting in his car, working on a tablet on

face lights up as he sees me. “Have

at all. I was passing,

Coming

is all

right on cue, my panties

putting water on to boil, coffee in cups

waist,

him, stroking my cheek, the line of my jaw and down to my neck where he has placed his mark on me, his ownership; the

are we?” I

fallen angel, “Oh, yes, and so are you. Don’t think

I curve into

“I have a

“Ideas?”

and

makes

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