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.”

picking up my mood, milling around me, jittery and nervous. Meg shows her teeth to

tried to get away from you, but you shoved

have hit her.” He

you should stand a little further away if you want me to believe

really think that I’m

Even 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,

care for.” he snaps. “You screw around, and you admitted

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

at the sand. “You didn’t have to call

them. If he thinks you’re a

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

I do. You’ve apologised to me, but I don’t think it’s me you should

nods, a sharp down-thrust of

*****

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

and his face lights up

I was passing, so

Coming in for

all I’m

right on cue, my panties

putting water on to boil, coffee

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

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 to

are we?” I

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

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

he says. “I

“Ideas?”

waits quietly while I draw curtains and light a

makes

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