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.”

up my mood, milling around me, jittery and

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

you should stand a little further away if you

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

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 bit of what I’ve seen, I

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

was coerced and everyone enjoyed themselves. And the same applies to Michael’s

stares glumly at the sand. “You didn’t have to call

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

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

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.

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

*****

Ryan is waiting for me, sitting in his car, working on

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

all. I was passing, so I thought

Coming

coffee is all

cue, my

putting water on to boil, coffee

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

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

are

and so are you. Don’t

his arms, I curve

says. “I have a

“Ideas?”

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

makes

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