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.

do I want to be bound

digs into the snow, his paws a blur as he excavates a hole, spraying snow backwards and

can’t I catch that

of my neck and

I’m being watched…

…

Don’t be ridiculous…

Cautiously, I scan around.

is still

Is he watching us?

fucking

Klempner’s still

the edges of my vision

the back of the terrace, leaning against the wall, cradling a steaming mug as he watches

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

disturbing me. I just wanted

I wave my hands uselessly, not

My what?

I don’t know.

for a moment then, “Is something

sorts.” His brows rise, as though waiting for me to keep speaking. For

pursing his

a reason I’m not the only one outside in

is he out here by

“Are you alright?”

didn't really know what to expect. I thought all that…” He waves back in towards the house… “… stuff just came out of movies. Holly and trees and mulled wine… I never believed it was real.” He sips at his drink. “The whole Christmas family thing… is wonderful and they're making me

“To tell the truth, I

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

stares down into his mug. “No, she

to. That this solitary, silent man, is Lawrence Klempner: murderer, terrorist, slaver. Charlotte's

seems civilised

he’s someone to

who’s not

“What happened?” I ask.

to stay for Christmas. You have a

course not. It's their home. They can invite whoever they want. But it's not what I meant. I meant, what happened to you? I mean, you’re Lawrence Klempner…” His lips

both the gross ill-manners of my question and the possible consequences of

I’ve started, so I finish… “…like

expected? Yes, in

My cheeks burn…

that you're

Oh… Jeez…

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