forward to lay his brow on her back, his sweat dripping on her skin and dress. As he shook against her, Kate dropped her face so her hair covered it and tried not to let him see she was disappointed.
Mark hugge d her to him tightly, as though he were in pain.
“ I’m so sorry darling, I don’t know what came over me. I just… I don’t know.”
“ It’s okay Mark, you’ve been stressed lately.”
“ Yeah, I guess so.” He took a breath. “Bed?”
“ Definitely.”
Mark gently undressed her in the bedroom and this time made love to her in his usual patient way and Kate forgave him his strange mood of before. She was happy with him; he was a good husband. It was only since their holiday he’d been behaving strangely.
She wondered why.
Chapter 2
Katelyn Elizabeth was born to Michael and Penelope Tyler and raised on the North Island of New Zealand in a small town a couple of hours north of the capital, Wellington.
Michael’s father, Hemi, was a Maori and his mother, Judith, was a dark-headed white woman from his home town. Michael was their third child and at seven-years of age, showed great potential as a future Rugby Union player. At 23, with the height and frame of a fullback (the last line of defence before the goal line and an expert kicker), he made it to Second-Grade; one level below professional. He took time off from his Civic Engineering degree and went with his team to the UK to play some friendly games. It was here he met Penelope.
Penelope was upper-class English and a Finishing School graduate . She was raised in the upper levels of society of strict manners, impeccable poise and toffy-nosed habits. Penelope was six when her parents, George and Kathy, landed one of the biggest lottery wins in UK history and they tried to use their millions to escape their rough, lower-class background and be accepted into the ancient nobility. They purchased an old mansion in Chelsea, filled it with expensive antique furniture, took elocution lessons and had stylists groom them impeccably. They threw elaborate parties and attended as many gala events as possible. Still, despite their best attempts, they were snubbed by the society they coveted. This only encouraged them.
George and Kathy wouldn’t hear of behaviour that demonstrated anything but class. In an attempt to secure plausibility, Penelope was sent to a top girls’ school with a built-in Finishing School, with discipline measures that bordered on abuse. She hated it and felt like an outcast amongst the old-moneyed families. However, after five years of crushing conditioning, her naturally gregarious personality was groomed into an aristocratic self-control, much to her parent’s pleasure. Penelope was an excellent product of her expensive education, but secretly, all she wanted was to be normal.
She was 20 and at university when she snuck out of her mansion to attend an East End party with a few girlfriends. Michael was there, dancing very badly with a bunch of his team mates. A group of large rugby players would always be noticeable and Penelope and her friends jumped into the scrum. She danced three dances with Michael, who found her accent, pale colouring and poise fascinating. They went to get a drink.
He was so exotic with his dark skin and Kiwi accent that she was immediately hooked. They danced together for the rest of the night, later swapped numbers and she snuck out to meet him as often as she could for the next three days.
Penelope then caused mass scandal and shame to her parents by following Michael to New Zealand and later, marrying him when five months pregnant with Patricia. They disowned her and Penelope didn’t care.
Kate lyn arrived two years later, but still, George and Kathy only sent the occasional card on birthdays as acknowledgement for their grandchildren’s existence. Penelope knew she’d made the right decision, but it still hurt.
Michael spent a lot of time travelling with his Union team and working as a junior