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

you, but you shoved

wouldn’t have hit her.” He

away if you want me

backs away. “You don’t really think that

your body language. They’re not happy. I barely know

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

coerced and everyone enjoyed themselves. And the same applies to

stares glumly at the sand. “You didn’t

call them. If he thinks you’re a threat to Charlotte, on another occasion I’m not sure

a toe, then, “Do you really think

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 should be apologising to James, Charlotte and especially to your

me in the eye, instead staring out to sea. He nods,

*****

waiting for me, sitting in his car, working on

tap on the window and his face lights up as he sees me.

all. I was passing, so I thought

have. Coming

coffee is all I’m being

on cue,

through the motions of putting water on to boil, coffee

waist, his face close to mine as he nibbles at

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,

are we?”

yes, and so are you. Don’t think

body pliable in his arms, I

he says. “I have a

“Ideas?”

draw curtains and light a couple of

makes

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