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.”

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

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

wouldn’t have hit her.” He

should stand a little further away if you want

away. “You don’t really think that I’m the kind of man

wave around me, indicating the dogs. “What do I make of you, Ben? Even the dogs are reading you, your body

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

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 with

glumly at the sand. “You didn’t

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

then, “Do you

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

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

*****

home that evening, Ryan is waiting for me,

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

all. I was passing, so I thought I’d

have. Coming

all

on cue, my panties are

of putting water on

on my waist, his face close to mine as he nibbles at an

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

are

the smile of a fallen angel, “Oh, yes, and so are you. Don’t think I don’t

I curve into his embrace. “Coffee later,

says. “I have a few

“Ideas?”

and light a couple of

makes

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