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

get away from you, but you shoved her. I saw it. You temper looked pretty

wouldn’t have hit

away

don’t really think

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

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

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

the sand. “You didn’t have to call the

He asked Francis to call them. If he thinks you’re a threat to Charlotte, on another

with a toe, then, “Do

stare 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 really

nods, a sharp down-thrust of his chin, and

*****

waiting for me, sitting in his

and his face lights up as

I was passing,

have. Coming in for

is all I’m

on cue, my

motions of putting water

on my waist, his face

me to face 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

are we?” I

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

body pliable in his arms, I curve into

says. “I have

“Ideas?”

the bedroom, he waits quietly while I draw curtains and light a couple of

he makes his

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