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.”

dogs are picking up my mood, milling around me, jittery and nervous.

screaming and shouting at her, Ben. She tried to get away from you, but you shoved her. I saw

have hit her.” He sounds

should stand a little further away if you want me

really think

Even the dogs are reading you, your body

he snaps. “You screw around, and you admitted

that wasn’t there because they wanted to be. No-one was coerced and everyone enjoyed themselves. And the same applies to

“You didn’t have to

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

toe, then,

I don’t think it’s me you should be talking to. I think you really should be apologising to

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

*****

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

his face lights up as he sees me. “Have

I was passing, so

Coming in for

is all I’m

cue, my panties

go through the motions of putting water on to boil,

me, his hands resting on my waist, his face close to

face him, stroking my cheek, the line of my jaw and down to my neck where he

are we?” I

angel, “Oh, yes, and so are you. Don’t

I curve into his embrace.

“I have

“Ideas?”

while I draw curtains and light a

he makes

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