Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Chapter 34

Meg drops her stick, curls back her lips to display teeth, bristling and growling.

Klempner frowns…

“Shhh… It’s alright.” I scratch her ears, calm her down. “As I said, she's a shelter dog,” I explain. “A rescue. And they know, more than almost anyone else, that there are monsters in the world...”

His eyes dart between me and Meg…

Dare I say it?

“… And some of those monsters walk around looking just like real people.”

I stoop, pick up Meg’s stick and throw it overarm as far as I can. She races after it, scattering snow behind her, the rest of the dogs in her wake.

Klempner relaxes, drooping his eyelids, head shaking so slightly.

Apology?

“Self-knowledge can be unsettling, can it not?” he comments. But his voice is mild. “So… given that you claim to have the answer to the perfect relationship, returning to the start of our conversation, why are you out here? Agonising over the right thing to do with your Ryan?”

I don’t have an answer. I settle for prevarication. “Why are you out here?”

“If you insist, I’m trying to decide how to go forward with Mitch.”

That was settled…

… Wasn’t it?

“You don't know? I thought you and she were…”

“No, I don’t know. You’re right. Mitch was a hooker. But what I wanted from her was never for sale. Not until the day Jenny was in danger. Then she offered herself to me.”

“And...?”

“And... I didn't accept. I didn't want her on that basis.”

Enthralled by the revelations coming from this dangerous, fascinating man, “What did you want?”

“I wanted her to want me. That's all I ever wanted.”

Meg returns, carrying her stick, to drop it at Klempner’s feet. He ignores her and she yaps, lashing her tail.

“So, what’s your problem now?” I ask. “The pair of you looked pretty chummy to me when we were inside.”

He grimaces. “I… never expected to get this far. I’m not sure what comes next.” He grins, quite disarmingly, then, “Why are you talking to me like this, Kirstie?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

we know each other. Yet you seem prepared to trust me with… personal stuff…

“Yes.”

“Why?”

down to Meg, her toothy grin as she pushes her stick at him again. “Because they do.” He casts startled eyes down at my barrel-bodied little girl, then around at the other dogs, cavorting

thinks well of you. That suggested to me that you're worth getting to know. And considering what Haswell is trying

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the dogs collapse in

prize place in front of the fire, lies eyes closed, upside down, all four legs in the air; doing his best ‘Dead Bluebottle’ impression. Archie nudges up beside him trying, unsuccessfully, to ease him to one

“Is

say. “When he’s chilled out.” Mac’s tail twitches and his lips

stay in that

him food or another…” I mouth

“Is everything alright, Kirstie? You were outside a long time talking with…” He jerks his head towards Klempner, returned to his seat at the back of the

We were

Michael, on top of a stepladder, places a final

looks up from her

out. I was sure we’d

“I’ll go get some more. The dogs would enjoy another walk.” As I utter the W-Word, Mac revolves through one-eighty into an

sucks in a smile. “Thanks, Kirstie. I’ve still not defrosted after the last trip

stirs. “Mind if I

like to. You can reach

scarf around my neck, Archie starts yapping and Scruffy, Meg and

stares into the fire. “No, I think I’ll stay

me to the door, blocking my way to the hall. “Let me past,

*****

up at a bough, glossy

back down. I lay it on the stack in

a nuisance of themselves. Until, with a sharp yap, Archie announces, Squirrel! And

feet or so, the squirrel chitters down, spitting insults, then leaps to the next tree and away. The dogs give chase, their howls fading into the distance as they high tail

“Is it

would be a

out with the secateurs, then

“Something wrong?”

reply, but his eyes are scanning

expression is savage, and something

Baxter…

secateurs into a pocket. “Get back.” Reaching out, he grabs me by the wrist and tugs, pulling me backwards, placing himself between me and…

his words, from behind me, there's a Crack! Then a muffled rustling from

shedding their load of snow. Reaching into his jacket, he takes out

that here?” I

still on the loose,” he mutters. Then, gun levelled, he stalks to within a few feet of the

response is another shiver

It’s too low…

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