Sins of the Flesh. Fern Michaels

glittering eyes. They emanated ice-cold nothingness. He tried to remember the last time they’d been in bed together. “No rush and no reason,” he said just as coolly. God. Had he really loved this woman once, this cold, chiseled beauty who could easily pose in the wax museum? “I’ve said this before, and I’m going to say it again, it’s not good for Nellie to see you coming in at dawn. Do you know what she said to me last night? She said you always come home, like a pigeon. Your daughter said that! Jesus, Rajean, can’t you at least be discreet?”

      “Don’t preach, darling, unless you’re above reproach. But you are above reproach, aren’t you?” she said contemptuously. “Faithful and loyal to this ancient marriage. Yes, Daniel, you are a paragon of virtue. You think I’m an alley cat, don’t you, darling?”

      “Stop with the darling bit, Rajean,” he said, trying to dead-end the conversation. They’d had it too often, and it only bored him now.

      “You are just too damn stuffy, my love. All you think about is your clients and those goddamn law books of yours.” Rajean kicked off one of her shoes and sent it flying across the room. The other followed. “We really should think about divorce,” she said sourly.

      “Yes, we should. I know I’m thinking about it very seriously.” Daniel had already turned to step into the shower.

      Rajean’s eyes widened. She’d made references to a divorce hundreds of times before, but this was the first time Daniel had had a ready comeback. Her fingers trembled as she pulled at the gold globes at her ears. He would fight for Nellie, not that she really cared. A teenager whose eyes were always full of questions irritated her. But she knew it was out of the question anyway. She would never be able to get as much money as she’d need if she didn’t have custody, even if it was just for three years. And she knew how it would look if she gave in. Women weren’t supposed to give up their children without a struggle.

      Damn! Daniel was so respectable…. It always brought her to the same conclusion—she needed that respectability and his stability. And since her own trust fund was depleted, she needed his money, too. There was no way she could dip into Nellie’s. Daniel had seen to that. Damn her parents for their double suicide during the stock market crash! Her lips curled into a sneer. A paltry fifty thousand dollars they’d left her, plus an apartment on Park Avenue and a place on the social register. Big deal. Four good seasonal parties, a little redecorating, and it was all gone. She did thank God, in her own way, every day, for not having brothers and sisters she’d have had to share it with.

      Daniel had come along when she was down to her last two thousand dollars. He’d shared so much with her on their wedding night, but his bank balance was the only thing she remembered in any detail. She’d never really loved him the way a woman is supposed to love her husband. Daniel was so naive; he thought passion was something you uncorked from a bottle between the hours of midnight and one in the morning. Sex was something you did between the sheets with the lights out and your eyes closed—which suited her just fine. He’d been happy as a pig in clover when she’d agreed to his adopting Nellie, and that’s when he’d started the damned trust fund. Motherhood was not among her strong points. Sometimes she didn’t think she had any strong points except perhaps throwing a hell of a party and socializing. But that was enough for her: she’d gone to the best schools and been introduced into society in the most accepted of ways, and she took the privilege of being a DAR very seriously. It was something she was very proud of.

      As Daniel stepped out of the shower and into their bedroom, Rajean watched her husband surreptitiously. He was handsome, she had to give him that. And in his characteristic white shirt and striped tie, with those horn-rimmed glasses as the classic accent, he was every inch the successful businessman. Her friends were fond of pointing out Daniel’s good looks and understated conservatism. To herself she admitted that she didn’t really want him, but she’d fight to the death to make sure no one else took him away from her. Besides, he needed her, too. How would he be able to function in Washington without a wife?

      His wife was beautiful. Everyone said so, and he agreed. Beautiful in a hard, glinting kind of way. Her hair was always perfectly coiffed in the latest upswept fashion with little tendrils curling about her ears. Her eyebrows were a fine, thin line above her lustrous green eyes, which she filled with drops twice a day to make them sparkle and glow. And those high cheekbones! Haunting, irresistible…and always emphasized with coral rouge and matching lipstick. He remembered the way she used to flutter her eyelashes at him, a coy little signal he thought endearing for years until he saw her remove them one night. Rajean did turn heads, but she no longer turned his.

      Daniel shrugged into his jacket. His words were so low, Rajean had to strain to hear them. “One of these days I’m going to ask you point-blank where you spend your nights. Or,” he said slowly, “I’m simply going to have you followed. I’m giving you fair warning. And I meant what I said about Nellie.”

      “Daniel, Daniel, what’s gotten into you?” Rajean pursed her lips into a pout as she sauntered over to him. “You know I was just teasing you. For heaven’s sake, we’ve been married for so many years, I’ve lost count. Why, we’re like two old shoes growing old together. You know,” she gushed while straightening his tie, “we were meant for each other. I know we haven’t exactly been bed buddies these past months, but that was out of concern for you, sweetheart. You come home so tired and fretful, I can’t bear to tire you out still more. Come now, give me a big kiss before you leave.”

      Daniel listened to the empty words slipping smoothly from her lips. They didn’t affect him one way or the other. Whatever feelings he’d had for Rajean were gone now. Love was what he wanted, the kind of feeling Reuben and Mickey had, and he was smart enough to know he and Rajean had never even come close. Without a word he lifted her hands from his neck and turned his back on her. After stuffing his billfold and car keys into his pocket, he looked back at his wife and said, “I meant what I said, Rajean. I’ve learned to do without your kisses, you’ve seen to that. Enjoy your stay here on the island. Tell Nellie I’ll call her.”

      And then he was gone. Just like that. Rajean stared at the open bedroom door, her eyes glittering speculatively. She had to call Teddie, right now. “The hell with you, Daniel!” she muttered as she snatched the phone and dialed a New York City number.

      Rajean felt herself glow all over when she heard the answering click at the other end of the line. She listened to the contented, sleep-filled voice mumble a response. “It’s Rajean, Teddie. I’m sorry I woke you, but I have the most marvelous news. I think—now understand, this is just my opinion—I think Daniel wants a divorce! Can you believe that!”

      Rajean caught sight of her reflection in the mirror, and she smiled. It was always like this when she talked to Teddie—a warm feeling stole through every part of her being, and she could barely contain her joy. When she was with Teddie she was a simpering, whimpering mass of gelatin, and she would do anything her lover wanted. Now she waited for what she hoped would be Teddie’s enthusiastic response. And after a moment she heard it: the unmistakable gargle of her lover’s light snoring. “Damn you, Teddie!” she yelled into the phone before slamming it back on its receiver. “Damn everyone!”

      The day was just as miserable as the evening before, but at least there was no thunder and lightning. Daniel particularly hated driving over bridges in storms, and driving now onto the Robert Moses Bridge in the beating rain, he felt enveloped by his squeamishness. Such times always made him feel helpless, as if he were dangling in a cloth bag he could just barely see through. Why he’d ever allowed Rajean to talk him into buying a place way out in the middle of nowhere was beyond him. In those early days he’d tried to please her whenever he could, thinking that if he gave in to her, he’d get back at least a token of affection. But it hadn’t worked that way. The realization that Rajean just didn’t know how to give had really undone him. For ages he’d felt defeated and sad, until at last he’d resigned himself to the reality: he gave and Rajean took. Cut and dried—that’s how the relationship worked.

      As the wipers swept across the rain-whipped windshield, Daniel thought he could hear the words—get out, get out, get out. His stomach began to knot up, and he shook his head at the thought.