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

tried to get away from you, but

wouldn’t have hit her.” He sounds

a little further away

backs away. “You don’t really

wave 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. I barely know you, but quite a

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

was no-one involved in 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

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 occasion I’m not sure he’d bother with

the sand with a toe, then, “Do you really think

do. You’ve apologised to me, but I don’t think it’s me you should be talking to. I think you really should be apologising to James, Charlotte

in the eye, instead staring out to sea. He nods, a sharp down-thrust of

*****

I return home that evening, Ryan is waiting for me, sitting in his car, working

the window and his face lights up as

passing,

Coming

is all I’m

cue, my

through the motions of putting water on to boil, coffee in

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

he has

are we?” I

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

in his arms, I curve into his embrace.

he says. “I

“Ideas?”

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

makes

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