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.”

me,

her, Ben. She tried to get away from you, but you shoved her.

hit

stand a little further away if you want me

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

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 what

for.” he snaps. “You screw around, and

to be. No-one was coerced and everyone enjoyed themselves. And

at the sand. “You didn’t have to call the

didn’t do it. You heard James. He asked Francis to call them. If he thinks you’re a threat to

sand with a toe, then, “Do

me, but I don’t think it’s me you should be talking to. I

to sea. He nods, a sharp down-thrust of his chin, and then jogs back the

*****

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

his face lights up as he sees me. “Have you been waiting

passing, so I thought

Coming in

is all

right on cue, my panties are

of putting water on to boil, coffee

standing behind me, his hands resting on my waist,

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

horny, are we?”

angel, “Oh, yes, and

body pliable in his arms, I curve into his embrace. “Coffee

says. “I have a

“Ideas?”

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

makes his

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