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,

tried to get away from you, but you shoved her. I saw it. You temper

have hit

should stand a little further away if

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

the dogs are reading you, your body language. They’re not happy. I barely know you, but quite a bit of what I’ve seen, I don’t care

are things about you that I don’t care for.” he snaps. “You

was no-one involved in that that wasn’t there because they wanted to be. No-one was coerced and everyone enjoyed themselves. And the same applies to Michael’s arrangements with James and Charlotte.

sand. “You didn’t have to call

You heard James. He asked Francis to call them. If he thinks you’re a

sand with a toe, then, “Do you really think I behaved

Yes, I do. You’ve apologised to me, but I don’t think

eye, instead staring out to sea. He nods,

*****

Ryan is waiting for me, sitting in his car, working on

the window and his face lights up as

at all. I was passing,

Coming in

coffee is all I’m being

on cue, my

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

on my waist, his face close

jaw and down to my neck where he has placed his mark on me, his ownership; the velvet

are

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

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

says. “I have a

“Ideas?”

waits quietly while I draw curtains and light

he makes his

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