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

a blur as he excavates a hole, spraying snow backwards and covering Meg and Archie.

can’t I catch that mood from

back of my

I’m being watched…

…

Don’t be ridiculous…

Cautiously, I scan around.

is

Is he watching us?

fucking

Klempner’s still

edges of my

there, silently watching me, is Charlotte’s father. His face impassive, Klempner stands at the back of the terrace, leaning against the wall, cradling a steaming mug as he watches the canine

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

smiles pleasantly. “You're not disturbing me.

a bit…” I wave my hands uselessly, not knowing how to express

My what?

I don’t know.

for a moment then, “Is

of sorts.” His brows rise, as though waiting for me to keep speaking. For some reason, I want to

slowly, pursing his lips. “So there

a reason I’m not the

he out here

“Are you alright?”

I'm fine too.” Then he straightens up, his smile turning brighter. “No, I'm good. It's just that when I accepted the invitation to Christmas, I didn't really know what to expect. I thought all that…” He waves back in towards

sips again. “To tell the truth, I find it all a

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

his mug. “No,

I remember who I'm talking to. That this solitary, silent man, is Lawrence Klempner: murderer, terrorist, slaver.

seems

someone

who’s not too

“What happened?” I ask.

for Christmas. You have

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 quirk… “… And yet

both the gross ill-manners of my question and the

so I finish… “…like

you expected? Yes, in fact I do only

My cheeks burn…

mention that you're apt to let your mouth

Oh… Jeez…

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