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.”

my mood, milling around me, jittery and nervous. Meg shows her

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

have hit her.” He

should stand a little further away

“You don’t really think that I’m the

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

care for.” he snaps. “You

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

stares glumly at the sand. “You

them. If he thinks you’re a threat to Charlotte,

sand with a toe, then, “Do you

up to heaven. “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

won’t look me in the eye, instead staring out to sea. He nods, a sharp down-thrust of

*****

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

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

passing, so I

have. Coming in

all

right on cue, my panties are

the motions of putting water on to boil, coffee

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

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

are

fallen angel, “Oh, yes, and so are

pliable in his arms, I curve into his

“I

“Ideas?”

he waits quietly while I draw curtains and light a

he makes his

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