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.”

mood, milling around me, jittery and

were screaming and shouting at her, Ben. She tried to get away from you, but you shoved her. I saw it. You temper looked pretty

have hit

you should stand a little further away if you want me

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

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

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

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. It’s nothing to do

glumly at the sand. “You

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 with the

toe, then, “Do you really

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

to sea. He nods, a sharp down-thrust of his chin, and

*****

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

his face lights up as

I was passing, so

Coming

coffee is all I’m

on cue,

motions of putting water on to boil,

his hands resting on my waist, his

cheek, the line of my jaw and down to my neck where he has placed his mark on me, his ownership; the velvet band I wear around my neck, his gift

horny, are we?”

angel, “Oh, yes, and

body pliable in his arms, I curve

he says. “I have a few

“Ideas?”

draw curtains and light a couple of

he makes

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