That drove her madder than anything else. It was as if he was flinging a blunt statement in her face – that they were not a partnership anymore; that he would do just exactly as he pleased. He was no longer the charming, funny boy she had met and fallen for on holiday in Spain back in the early 1990s. Perhaps she had changed too.
They had kept their holiday romance going despite the distance between their homes back in England – he in Hertford, Kay in Denmark Hill. The fact that they both worked in London anyway had made that easier. After a couple of years the happy couple had set up home in Hertford, not far from his parents, and got married soon after. She was a high flying PR executive; he had a steady job at the bank where he still worked now. To their friends, they had seemed a gold
