Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Chapter 32

The Gang picks up my mood, milling around. Archie bounces about, yapping excitedly until Meg snaps at him and he sheers off. Then as the four play at rough-and-tumble under the table, Scruffy joins them and I snap. “Quiet! All of you!”

The dogs subside and assemble under the desk, panting. Ryan stares at me. “Kirstie?”

I shouldn’t have done that.

They’re only enjoying themselves…

Too much wine...

That’s what I tell myself anyway. “I’ll be back in a while. I’m taking the dogs out.”

He starts to rise from the chair. “I’ll keep you company.”

I shake my head. “No, it’s alright.” He stares after me as I exit the study.

Wrapping a thick scarf around my neck and tugging mittens onto hands, I call the dogs and once more they bounce jubilantly after me as I head outdoors.

I gasp at the frigid wall of air as I open the door. The Gang don’t seem to notice, tumbling out into the snow as I carefully pull the door closed behind me.

The icy air and brilliant sunshine are an instant antidote to my ill mood. Around me lies a vast sparkling snowscape, covering grass and shrub and tree, rolling down the mountain to where even the lake lies as a single glistening sheet.

What do I have to be miserable about?

Really?

I pace up and down in the snow, watching the dogs playing, racing around in silly circles, barking joyously.

What’s wrong with me?

Just nerves?

Self-analysis isn’t easy. Sometimes one must face unpleasant truths.

Is it just nerves?

Just anxiety about the biggest purchase I’m ever likely to make?

Or is it more?

Ryan…

I was single for years. Happily so.

And then Ryan appeared in my life.

I love you.

to be bound to

his paws a blur as he excavates a hole, spraying

can’t I catch that mood

of my neck

I’m being watched…

…

Don’t be ridiculous…

Cautiously, I scan around.

said Baxter is still out

Is he watching us?

the freakingly fucking obvious

Klempner’s still

on the edges of my vision and

is Charlotte’s father. His face impassive, Klempner stands at the back of the terrace, leaning against the wall, cradling a steaming

a complete idiot. “Oh, sorry. I didn't mean

not disturbing me. I

all a bit…” I wave my hands

My what?

I don’t know.

a moment then, “Is something

waiting for me to keep speaking. For some reason, I want to fill the

nods slowly, pursing his lips.

on me that perhaps there’s a reason I’m not the only

he out here

“Are you alright?”

accepted the invitation to Christmas, I didn't really know what to expect. I thought all that…” He waves

tell the truth, I find it all a bit

is important,” I say. “It's important to Charlotte, certainly. I don't think she's had very many

stares down into his mug. “No, she

solitary, silent man, is Lawrence Klempner: murderer, terrorist, slaver.

he seems civilised

he’s someone to talk

not too

“What happened?” I ask.

invited me to stay for Christmas. You have a problem

meant, what happened to you? I mean, you’re Lawrence Klempner…” His lips quirk… “… And yet here you are helping to decorate a tree with Christmas bunnies.

ill-manners of my question and the possible consequences

so I finish… “…like what

you expected?

My cheeks burn…

mention that you're apt to let your mouth run away with

Oh… Jeez…

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