The Sidelined Wife (More Than a Wife Series Book 1)

by Jennifer Peel

  James narrowed his gray eyes. Like I said, he was reluctant to know anything he couldn’t fix.

  Avery swatted her husband’s arm. “Leave your sister alone. Neil called her about her blog.”

  “The one she wrote about her sex life?”

  Peter’s green eyes went wide and Avery rolled her pretty blue eyes.

  “I didn’t write about my sex life,” I defended myself.

  “What was all that crap, then, about you making love all night long? Hell, had I known you and Neil were having sex, I may have killed him.”

  “You’re so immature. How do you think Cody got here?”

  “We believe in virgin births.”

  Peter and Avery laughed at James.

  James pulled me to him for a hug. “Maybe I’ll kill him anyway.”

  See? He was a fixer.

  I nodded against his chest. “Just don’t tell me how or when. I don’t want to have to testify against you.”

  “Don’t worry. I have some friends that would be willing to bury a body for me, no questions asked.”

  Avery walked off. “You’re all talk.”

  James gave me a good squeeze. “Just say the word and he’s gone.”

  “I’ll let you know.” I pushed away from him. I wasn’t fond of his cologne; it smelled like rubbing alcohol to me, unlike Reed’s. Why had I thought that? Reed kept popping up in my mind at odd times the last couple of days.

  “Are you okay?” Peter asked. He was a fixer too, but out of all the Decker men, he was the most sensitive.

  I took a deep breath and let it out. “I’m just realizing I was married to the most selfish person on the planet.”

  Peter gave me a soft look. It suited his smooth, angular cheeks and light brown hair that shined like an angel’s. He was a handsome kid. See me calling him a kid? Reed’s emasculated cringe popped into my head. Reed really needed to quit doing that.

  “I don’t think he was always that way.” Peter tried to see the best in everyone. “You wouldn’t have married him if he was.”

  “Honestly, sometimes I wonder if I was blinded.”

  Peter stepped closer and rested his strong hand on my shoulder. “It was him that was blinded, by worldly pursuits.” Sometimes his priest side came out.

  “Is that a nice way of saying sex?”

  “There you go with that word again,” James shouted over by the coffee pot.

  “You say it all the time.”

  “That’s because I’m a man; it’s what we think about ninety-five percent of the time. Baby sisters should be thinking about flowers and bunnies.”

  Avery and I both gave James an are you serious look.

  “I hate to burst your bubble, honey, but Sam and I talk about sex all the time.” That was true on occasion. Avery gave me an evil grin.

  James about choked on his coffee. He grabbed some napkins to wipe his shirt where he dribbled coffee on it. “Did you tell her about—”

  I put up my hand. “Don’t say a word.” I wasn’t sure what he was going to say, but like him, I didn’t want to discuss his sex life with him. With Avery it was one thing. And we never got detailed. It was more along the lines of what was going on with our bodies and frequency issues. For her, sometimes it was too frequent; for me and Neil, it had come to a screeching halt.

  Avery was laughing hysterically while Peter was trying not to. I noticed his cheeks were a tinge pink.

  Avery and James started in with each other about why Avery was talking to me about their sex life, but Peter flicked his head toward the side door. “Do you want to go for a walk? James and I have an hour before we have to get to the property on State Street.”

  I nodded and followed Peter out the door he kindly held open for me. The lovebirds were ramping up and their voices carried, even out the closed door.

  “Those two.” I shook my head.

  Peter chuckled and followed me down the steps.

  We walked past slats of stone and turf for their job today, heading toward the neighboring orchard. It was already warm at nine in the morning, but the humidity was down.

  “How are you really, sis?” Peter shoved his hands in his shorts’ pockets.

  “I have my moments.”

  “Delanie really loved your post. She thought it was cool that Autumn Moone put it on her website.”

  “Does Delanie read Autumn Moone’s books? I always pegged her as someone who read self-help and social causes books.”

  Peter shrugged. “She loves Autumn’s books.”

  “Autumn? Are you acquainted with her books too?”

  “There is nothing wrong with a man being interested in what his wife reads.”

  I couldn’t help grinning. I nudged him with my shoulder. “You’re a good guy. Delanie’s a lucky girl.” Neil would have never done such a thing for me. And I know James wouldn’t be caught dead reading a romance novel.

  “I’m the lucky one.” Such love ran through his words for his bride of three years.

  “She’s great.”

  Peter stopped and kicked a rock on the gravel path we were on. “Do you think you could spend some time with Delanie? She’s feeling out of place in our family.”

  That sent a pang through my heart. “Of course. I’m so sorry I’ve been too wrapped up in my own life to notice. Or to do anything about it. I know Ma hasn’t been as kind as she should be.” I felt terrible for not making more of an effort with her. The way she came into our family was unconventional, scandalous by Ma’s estimation. Peter had just up and left the priesthood and eloped with Delanie. When he brought her home from Phoenix, we were all in shock.

  “That’s putting it mildly. Delanie doesn’t want to come to Sunday dinners anymore.”

  “Tell her I want her there. I’ll talk to Ma, and I’ll be better about including Delanie in conversation. And now that I know she loves Autumn Moone books, I’ll invite her to Avery’s and my secret book club.”

  We should have anyway, but Avery and I both thought it wasn’t her thing. Delanie was a content manager, or something like that, for an online publication. She didn’t really like to talk about her work, which I thought was odd. But I had looked at the website and saw some published pieces about how fictionalized fantasy ruins relationships. We figured she agreed with the kind of articles that were published on the site. And I noticed that occasionally she wrote some of the articles. They were always raw and gritty. The topics dealt with poverty, censorship, the sexualization of children, etc. They were well written, and I tried to talk to her about them, but like I said, she did her best to avoid it. That didn’t help with her relationship with Ma. Ma found her to be secretive. But Avery and I shouldn’t have assumed she wouldn’t want to join our Hunter Black fan club.

  “You know that’s not a secret, right? James knows all about you and Avery lusting over Hunter Black.”

  I giggled. “The fact that you know his name kills me.”

  “Happy wife, happy life. And don’t you think I kind of resemble Hunter?” He held his chin in a model pose.

  I took ahold of his muscular bicep and laughed more than I had in a long while. And no, I would not be picturing my baby brother as the object of my desire. Once my laughter died down, we began our slow walk again. “I can tell you’re happy.”

  “You have no idea. I never knew life could be this good. I thought nothing could bring me more joy than dedicating my life to God, but I was wrong.” He smiled down at me. “Does that sound terrible?”

  “Not at all. You found your purpose. I’m happy for you.” I tried to keep the envy out of my voice.

  Peter placed his hand over mine on his arm. “Your day will come, sis.”

  “I had my day.”

  “And you will again.”

  “I don’t know. I would hate to make anyone commit adultery on my behalf.”

  Peter’s mouth twitched. “Mimsy means well. She values tradition.”

  “I value fidelity.”

  “As you should.”


  We walked in silence for a few steps. “You know, I ran into Reed last night. We ended up having dinner together.”

  “Really?” He didn’t sound as surprised as I thought he would have.

  “I think maybe he could use some of your attention.”

  “Is something wrong?”

  “I don’t think so. But I get the feeling that he’s looking for connections. You know, his roots.”

  Peter tilted his head and scrunched his forehead. “Are you sure? That doesn’t sound like Reed, and when I talked to him a couple of days ago, he seemed good.”

  “I’m not saying he’s not. Maybe lonely is a better word. I mean, why else would he want to have dinner with me?”

  A smile crept across Peter’s face.

  “What’s that Cheshire grin for?”

  “Did it ever occur to you that he likes you?”

  “Sure, in that we-knew-each-other-way-back-when sort of way. And he’s Cody’s coach.”

  Peter’s smile only grew.

  “Am I missing something?”

  “I think so.”

  “What?”

  “I think I’m going to let you figure that out.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  The next few days were a flurry of back-to-school shopping, responding to comments on my blog, and thinking up new posts. My followers seemed to crave them. It was weird to have an audience. They liked it if I said, “I hope you all have a great day,” but I tried to be more original.

  I was trying to think up a gem of an idea while taking a really hard look in the mirror on Sunday morning. I’d gotten my butt back to the gym for a hip-hop class. Yeah, I said hip-hop. I thought since a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away I had been a cheerleader, I could do a dance-style exercise class. I wasn’t sure what had happened to dance in the last twenty-plus years or so, but my body didn’t bend, shake, or twist like the instructors or the cute twenty-something-year-olds in the class who all looked at me like I had been born during the dawn of civilization.

  So I was sore, humiliated, and naked, looking at myself in my full-length mirror. That’s when it struck me.

  Now that I’m single, the big question on everyone’s mind is, “When will I date again?” I’m not sure if or when that will ever happen, but this I know. Not only will I require a marriage certificate the next time someone sees me naked, but they must also sign an NDA. That’s right, I want a written agreement that they will never discuss my naked body with another living soul, maybe not even me. Does anyone else feel this way?

  I clicked publish.

  What I wouldn’t do to have that twenty-two-year-old body again. The one I was nervous about showing off on my wedding night. What was wrong with me? I should have put that body on parade. It’s not like I had let myself go, but it wasn’t the same. Twenty-year-olds didn’t appreciate the bodies they were given. We should get those bodies when we’re forty and have the good sense to know how amazing they really are.

  I limped around all day Sunday. I was getting older, but I wasn’t that old. Every part of my body ached. There would be no more hip-hop classes. I would have to try the walk and tone class, or maybe pull out my old exercise DVDs. Or I could just shove my face full of the Snickers apple salad I made to take to my parents’ for dessert. I wasn’t sure how it could be called a salad, considering there were candy bars in it, but I wasn’t going to argue. And I was telling everyone I ate salad for dinner.

  To my distress, Cody drove us over to my parents’. The Snickers salad almost had a mishap when Cody slammed on his brakes because he was following behind the person in front of us too closely and they made a sudden stop. I was thankful for the plastic wrap that acted like a seal, and that I didn’t have bladder leakage issues yet. Teaching Cody how to drive was going to be the death of me or, perhaps, both of us.

  By the time we arrived at my parents’, I was already frazzled, and my loved ones didn’t help. I was bombarded as soon as I walked in.

  Ma was shaking her head at me before I could put the dessert in the fridge. “Samantha Marie.” Her sigh was as heavy as the tray of raw meat she was handing over to Dad to barbecue.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “Cody Joseph, join Matt and Jimmy outside,” Ma instructed my son.

  I thought for sure someone had died. Why else would Ma send Cody outside? And why was everyone else gathering around me? Even Dad, who was holding on to several pounds of steak. Mimsy was rubbing her rosary beads and silently praying. Oh, this wasn’t good.

  Cody saw the writing on the wall and didn’t have to be told twice; he darted out of there.

  To make matters more interesting, Reed showed up. Peter let him in before all the fun began. I didn’t even know he was invited. Did he have a permanent invite now?

  I began to really worry when Dad’s face started to perspire, but then I noticed the evil grin on James’s face and Avery trying to hold in a laugh.

  Reed walked in bearing another bouquet of flowers, this time peach roses. I loved peach roses. He stopped dead in his tracks, though, when he noticed the powwow going on in the kitchen.

  “Am I interrupting anything?”

  Ma shook her head again and huffed and puffed. “You might as well know too, since apparently the whole world does.” Ma laser focused her pale blue eyes on me.

  I set the salad on the counter. “Ma, what’s wrong?”

  “Do you know what I read this afternoon?” She placed her hand over her heart.

  “The Reader’s Digest?” She loved that little magazine, and may very well be the only person that still had a paper version delivered.

  “Besides that?”

  “An obituary?” I guessed by her reaction.

  “Well, I almost died after reading your . . . your . . . sexy talk.”

  James erupted in a laugh. The meat tray in Dad’s hands faltered as he shuddered. And Mimsy began to pray out loud, asking for me to find my way. It didn’t help that I caught a glimpse of the concern in Reed’s eyes. I swore it looked like he might jump to my defense, the way he looked between Ma and me.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ma.”

  “Of course you do. Everyone does. Even Bobbie Jean next door knows you’ve been writing all over the place about your sex life and how much you hate men and marriage.”

  If I wasn’t so embarrassed that Reed was getting yet another front row seat to the “humiliate Samantha show,” I might have been impressed that my parents’ ninety-year-old neighbor was online.

  Instead, I sighed. “Ma, I’m not writing about my sex life, per se, and I know not all marriages are bad.” I looked at Delanie, who was glued to Peter’s side, to prove my statement. They both gave me sympathetic grins. “But my marriage didn’t turn out the way I thought it would, and I’m just being real. I think it’s helpful.”

  “It’s helpful to tell people that you’re going to be naked and you need an NDA? What is that short for? Is it some type of code word for doing, you know, the deed?”

  Avery’s laugh found a way out, though she tried to hold it back.

  Dad, without a word, turned around and ran for the patio door.

  Mimsy’s prayers got a little louder.

  Reed’s brow hit his hairline.

  I walked over to Ma and took her hands. “Ma, an NDA is a non-disclosure agreement.”

  “What does that mean, and why do you need one? You shouldn’t even be having sex. You’re not married.” She was beside herself.

  And now I remembered why I’d had some issues with sex when I first got married. My entire life, I was told how bad sex was, and how horrible things would happen to me if I had it before I got married. Talk like that kind of does something to you. And it’s not easy to flip a switch and go from “sex is bad” to “oh, sex is good.” That’s why I’d always told Cody that sex was beautiful, but it needed to be done with the right person at the right time. He doesn’t appreciate those talks.

  I looked around the room at eve
ryone, and they all got the hint that I needed a private word with Ma. That was, everyone but Mimsy got the hint. It was probably good that Mimsy stayed. She needed to hear this too.

  With everyone shuttled out to the backyard, I turned to the two women I loved but had complicated relationships with. They were good women with the best of intentions, but sometimes what they considered good for you wasn’t right for you at all. I knew they loved me, but how they showed it wasn’t always the way I needed it. They were byproducts of their generations and their own upbringings. They came from a work hard, stay in the lines, don’t wear your emotions on your sleeve kind of stock. Both of them could be affectionate, but it was within their boundaries. And the world they lived in was black and white. The older I got, the more I realized life wasn’t so cut and dry. There had been a lot of gray in my life, and lately a lot of red.

  I dropped Ma’s hand and took a deep breath. “Ma, Mimsy, I love you both, but this has to stop. I’m a grown woman and, honestly, my sex life is none of your business.”

  Ma grabbed her heart again like I’d stabbed her. Mimsy, on the other hand, bounced on the balls of her feet like she was excited about something. She was still rubbing her rosary beads, but at least the prayers had ceased.

  “So you’re saying you have a sex life?” Ma wasn’t hearing me.

  “I’m saying I need you to love and support me.”

  “But are you having sex?”

  I held onto the counter for support. “Ma! I’m not having sex. Are you happy?”

  “Yes.” She breathed a sigh of relief.

  “The point is that I’m trying to deal with my divorce.” I gave Mimsy a cold stare. “Please don’t start in on the evils of divorce.” I turned back to Ma. “Ma, I’m trying to live again. To be the mom Cody deserves. I’m trying to learn what makes Samantha Decker tick and what she wants to do with the rest of her life. I’m scared and exhausted, but I’m doing the best I can right now. Those blog posts are helping me not get lost in my head. And yes, I may talk about sex and men from time to time. I’m almost forty years old. It’s allowed. And it shouldn’t be any surprise that I don’t have a lot of love for the opposite sex right now. Neil did a lot of damage. I’m trying to repair that.”