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,

you, but you shoved her. I saw it. You temper looked pretty much out of control to

hit her.” He sounds

further away if

don’t really think

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

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

No-one was coerced and everyone enjoyed themselves. And the same applies to Michael’s arrangements with James and Charlotte. It’s

“You

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

a toe, then, “Do you really think 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

me in the eye, instead staring out to sea. He nods, a sharp down-thrust of his chin, and then jogs back the way he

*****

return home that evening, Ryan is waiting for me, sitting in his car,

the window and his face lights up as he sees me. “Have you been

at all. I was passing, so I

have. Coming in

coffee is all I’m

right on cue,

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

hands resting on my waist, his face close to mine as

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 velvet band I wear around my neck, his

are we?”

yes, and so

his arms, I curve

says. “I have a few

“Ideas?”

quietly while I draw curtains and light

makes his

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