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.”

around me, jittery and nervous. Meg

screaming and shouting at her, Ben. She tried to get away from you, but you shoved her. I saw it. You temper looked pretty much out of control to

have hit

a little further away if you want me to believe

don’t really think

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

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

was coerced and everyone enjoyed themselves. And the

“You didn’t have

heard James. He asked Francis to call them. If he thinks you’re a threat to

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

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

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

*****

waiting for me,

the window and his face lights up as

was passing, so

Coming in for

is all I’m

on cue, my panties are

of putting water on to boil, coffee in cups

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

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

horny, are we?” I

the smile of a fallen angel, “Oh, yes, and so

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

he says. “I

“Ideas?”

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

he makes

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