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.”

picking up my mood, milling around me, jittery and nervous. Meg shows her teeth to

She tried to get away from you, but you shoved her. I saw it. You temper looked pretty much out of

hit her.”

away if you

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

reading you, your body language. They’re not happy. I barely know

I don’t care for.” he snaps. “You screw around,

to be. No-one was coerced and everyone

glumly at the sand. “You

didn’t do it. You heard James. He asked Francis to call them. If he thinks you’re a threat to Charlotte, on another occasion I’m not sure he’d bother

a toe, then, “Do you

“I can’t believe that’s a serious question. Yes, I do. You’ve apologised to me, but I don’t think it’s me you should be talking to. I think you really should be apologising to James, Charlotte and especially to your

in the eye, instead staring out to sea. He nods, a sharp down-thrust of

*****

is waiting for me, sitting in his car, working on a tablet

on the window and his face lights up

was passing,

have. Coming in

all I’m

on cue, my panties are

I go through the motions of putting water on to boil, coffee in cups

standing behind me, his hands resting on my waist, his

me to face him, stroking my cheek, the line of my jaw and down to my neck where he has placed

are

smile of a fallen angel, “Oh, yes, and so are

his arms, I

says. “I

“Ideas?”

the bedroom, he waits quietly while I draw curtains and light a couple of candles, then

he makes his

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