Jennifer Greene - The Soon-To-Be-Disinherited Wife

A book in the Secret Lives of Society Wives series, 2006

Special thanks and acknowledgment is given to Jennifer Greene for her contribution to the Secret Lives of Society Wives miniseries.

Emma Dearborn felt an itch. Not a little itch. A maddening, unrelenting itch-right between her shoulder blades, where she couldnt reach it.

Emma wasnt prone to itches and was almost never guilty of fidgeting, which was probably why she remembered experiencing the same terrorizing itch sensation before. It had only happened twice in her life. The first time, shed accidentally driven her dads restored priceless Morgan into Long Island Sound at Greenwich Point when she was sixteen. The car had been recovered; her dad nearly hadnt. The other time, her date for the annual Christmas cotillion had turned ugly, and shed had to walk home in her long white satin dress and heels in a snowstorm, crying the whole time.

Since those days, of course, she was no longer a novice with driving or men. More to the point, the itch this time couldnt possibly relate to some impending traumatic event. Her life was going splendiferously.

Impatiently she took a long gulp of mint-raspberry tea. Mentally she told herself to get over the damned itch and quit squirming. For Petes sake, there was nothing remotely wrong. Everything around her reflected her serenely contented life.

Emma?

A basking-warm June sun soaked through the glass windows overlooking the pool outside. The Emerald Room was the one place in the Eastwick Country Club where members could dress casually. Today the pool was chock-full of kids fresh out of school and shrieking with joyful energy. Inside, moms in sandals and shorts elbowed with the business-lunch crowd in suits.

Emma, because shed just chaired a meeting of the fund-raising committee, was stuck dressed on the formal side. Her light silk sheath was lavender-blue, not because it was her signature color. Emma objected to the whole pretentious concept of signature colors. Somehow, though, her closet mysteriously filled up with blues. Everyone else in the group was dressed more laid-back-not that anyone cared today about clothes.

The Debs had missed their traditional lunch last month-everyone was so darn busy!-which meant they all had to talk at once to catch up.

Harry, the bartender, had kindly reserved the malachite table by the doors, not just giving them the best view but also a little privacy for their gossip. Felicity and Vanessa and Abby were all there.

Emmas heart warmed to the laughter-even if that itch was still driving her crazy. The friends were closer than sisters. Theyd all grown up together, attended the same private school, knew each others most embarrassing moments-and tended to bring them out at these lunches. If the teasing ever lagged, there was always their debutante history to haul out of storage. What were friends for if not to savor and embellish the most mortifying events in ones life? And Caroline Keating-Spence had joined them for lunch this time.

Emma, are you sleeping?

Quickly she whipped her head toward Felicity, not realizing that shed dropped out of the conversation. Not sleeping, honest. Just kind of woolgathering what a long history we have togetherhow much fun weve always had.

Yeah, sure. Vanessa winked to the rest of them. She covered up nicely, but we all know shes engaged. Naturally she wasnt listening to us. Shes at that moony stage.

Felicity chuckled. Either that or that big clunk of a sapphire on her finger is blinding her. Hells bells, it blinds the rest of us, too. What an original engagement ring. But thats exactly what I was trying to ask you about, Em. Hows everything going with the wedding plans?

Again she felt that exasperating itch spider up her spine. This was getting downright crazy. Her engagement to Reed Kelly was yet another thing that was going totally-totally-right in her life. At twenty-nine years old, shed stopped believing shed ever be married.

Actually the truth was that shed never wanted to be.

Everythings going fine, she assured them all, except that Reed seems to have arranged the whole honeymoon before weve finalized the wedding plans.

They all laughed. You two have set a date, though, right?

Another shooting itch. Actually weve reserved Eastwicks ballroom for two different Saturdays, but between my schedule at the gallery and Reeds racing schedule with the horses, we still havent pinned one down for sure. I promise, this group will be the first to know. In fact, youll probably know before I do, knowing how fast this group picks up secrets.

They all chortled-and agreed-and then moved on to the next victim. Felicity, being Eastwicks foremost wedding planner-which meant that she excelled in both original extravaganzas and gossip-was always full of news.

As the freshest scandals were brought out to air, Emma glanced at Caroline, who seemed oddly quiet. Of course, it was hard to get a word in with the Debs all talking simultaneously, but Caroline hadnt joined in the laughter. And now Emma noticed her signaling Harry for her third glass of wine.

The itch was close to driving Emma to drink, too, but seeing Caroline guzzling down pinot noir distracted her. Heaven knew, the Debs had been known to enjoy a drink-and occasionally to overindulge. No one kiss and told in the group, not on each other. Emma wouldnt normally care if Caroline was gulping down the pinot noirs, but drinking was so unlike her.

Caroline wasnt one of the original core Debs group because she was a little younger. Emma had swooped her into the circle of friends, the same way she tended to peel wallflowers off the wall at social gatherings. Caroline was no wallflower, but there was a time shed needed a little boost of self-confidence. Emma had gotten to know her well because of Garrett-Carolines older brother.

Again Emma felt a ticklish itch. This time a familiar one. Although her heart hadnt dug up that old emotional history in a blue moon, Garrett Keating had been her first love. Just picturing him brought back that whole poignant era-the time in her life when shed still believed in love, when shed felt crazy-high just to be in the same room with him and equally pit-low miserable every second theyd had to be apart.

Everybody had to lose that silly idealism sometime, she knew. Still, shed always regretted their breaking up before making love. Back then shed held on to her virginity like a gambler unwilling to lay down her aces, yet so often since then she thought shed missed the right time with the right man. Garretts kisses had awakened her sexuality, her first feelings of power as a womanher first feelings of vulnerability and surrender, as well. Shed never forgotten him, never even tried. She wasnt carrying a torch or anything foolish like that; it was just a first-love thing. He owned a corner of her heart, always would Abruptly Emma stopped woolgathering. Harry showed up at their table again.

The bartender served Caroline her third wine, which she immediately downed like water. Emma frowned. Everyone knew Caroline had had a rift with her husband, Griff, the year before-but they were back together now. Everyone had seen them nuzzling each other at the spring art fair as if they were new lovers. So what was the heavy deal with the wine?

Murder! someone said.

Emmas head shot up. Say what?

Abby spoke up from the corner, her voice a thousand times more tentative than normal. Youve had your head in the clouds, Em. I dont blame you, with a wedding coming up. But I was just telling the group what happened since I went to the police about my mother.