Stand-In Wife (10 page)

And his expression said he wasn’t going to do it.

Taking a deep breath, she snatched the keys out of his hand and ran toward the downstairs bathroom. Merry’s carpet slippers slapped the wooden floorboards as she fled down the hall.

“And you called
me
childish,” he called after her in exasperation.

Salsa woke up as Viv dashed past, and gave chase with a yip of excitement. Viv slammed the bathroom door behind her and turned the lock seconds before Ross turned the handle. The rattle made her jump. How did he get there so fast?

“I don’t believe this. Open this now!”

Salsa followed Ross’s bark with one of his own. She listened to the scratch of paws against the paintwork. “Quiet, both of you,” Viv whispered fiercely. “You’ll wake the kids.”

The handle rattled again. “I’m giving you thirty seconds.”

“Acting in anger was what got me into this situation and I’m not letting you repeat my mistake. You have to listen first.”

“I’ve already filled in the gaps,” he said impatiently. “You’re pretending to be Meredith until she can be transferred to Auckland at which point she’ll make up some cockamamie story about how she broke her leg and you’ll swap again, leaving Charlie none the wiser about her job interview in Hamilton.”

It still sounded doable. Viv caught sight of herself nodding in the mirror. “And no harm done,” she added. “Because she decided not to take a job there anyway.”

“And you’re expecting me to fall in with this litany of lies.”

She frowned. “White lies,” she corrected, and dropped to peer through the keyhole. She was eye level with the logo on his navy T-shirt. Obey Gravity, It’s the Law. “Believe me, if we thought Charlie would respond rationally to the truth we wouldn’t have gone this route.”

A snort from the other side. “Sorry, I thought you
mentioned the word
rational.
Charlie’s not the crazy one here.” At least he’d stopped rattling the handle.

“No?” It was difficult to sound persuasive through a keyhole but Viv did her best. “You think it’s normal to abandon your family over a kiss your wife hadn’t expected, immediately confessed and apologized for?”

“You know it was more than that. She’d been seeing the guy for weeks.”

“Seeing, not sleeping with,” she said fiercely, then jumped back as a doggy snout materialized, and hot, meaty breath blasted through the keyhole. Salsa whined excitedly and was pulled away.

“Quiet, boy. You can savage her later, I promise.”

She returned to the keyhole. “Look, whatever one-off mistake Merry made, she’s a decent person and a great mother who deserves a second chance and, frankly, your brother needs a lesson in how to forgive. It’s not as if he’s blameless in all this.”

“Oh, yeah, Charlie really had it coming.” Ross’s hands appeared holding a wallet. He pulled out a credit card and Viv’s eyes narrowed.

The sneaky son of a…

“In some ways he did.” Keeping her tone conversational, Viv unfolded from her crouch and scanned the bathroom for some kind of brace. “Merry was starved for attention…
starved,
Ross.” Standing on tiptoe, she carefully removed the old-fashioned brass curtain rail from its holders above the shower and unhooked the curtain. “Merry said she felt invisible for the last two years of their marriage. Whenever she tried to talk to Charlie about it, he’d brush her off, tell her everything was fine.” Padding one of the pointed ends of the rail with a towel to stop it from gouging the wood, she angled it between the shower cubicle base and the door. “Because it
was
fine—for Charlie. I mean why would he
want to change the status quo? Much easier to let Mere run round after him.”

Ross snorted. “And did she once say, ‘Hey, asshole, get your own beer…I’m making some changes’? No!” Because Viv was listening for it, she heard the soft slide of plastic as he worked the lock. “Instead, she sighed and kept doing it all, and waited for Charlie to notice she wasn’t happy.”

“
You
noticed she wasn’t happy,” Vivienne pointed out.

“That’s different.” There was a frown in Ross’s voice. “I’m trained to be observant.”

“Who can’t spot an elephant in the room,” she scoffed. “Oh, that’s right,
Charlie.
”

The lock clicked, the handle turned and the door bulged slightly as Ross leaned his weight against it. The brass shower rail creaked but held. “Nice try,” Viv said. “But I grew up with Dan, remember?”

He gave a muffled curse. “My point is, everyone knows marriage is hard work. So if you’ve chosen the shackles, quit whining and get on with it. You’re not going to change my mind, so you might as well give me the keys.”

“All that cynicism,” she said softly. “It’s a wonder you can’t corrode the hinges with it.”

“At least I’m not a pathological liar!”

“
White
lies,” she insisted.

“So many you must be snow-blind.”

“I’m a very truthful person, but if the greater good is best served by a lie then I’ll tell it.”

“The greater good being what favors your interests.”

“Actually, it’s the opposite,” she said earnestly. “You can’t lie to further your own cause because that’s bad karma and you should never lie to yourself because that’s self-defeating. If the truth is going to hurt rather than heal, then don’t use it.”

“So you can lie prescriptively…?” He sounded as if he was thinking about it.

“Yes.” She hunkered by the keyhole again. “And, Ross, you just say ‘not my business.’ It’s like the Good Samaritan. If you come across a situation you can fix, then you have an obligation to fix it.”

Silence. He was definitely thinking about it. “Damn it!” he said. Viv took that as a positive sign.

Another silence. Another curse. “Okay,” he conceded. “I take your point.”

Viv curled her fingers around the shower rail bracing the door. “You’ll keep the secret?”

“I’ll keep the secret.”

She removed the brace and let him in. “I’m so glad, I’d hate to be on bad terms with— Hey!”

He’d plucked his car keys from her hand. “I’ll be leaving now.”

Viv grabbed his forearm. “You bastard, you
conned
me.”

“No, I told a white lie for the right reason. To get the keys so I can go tell my brother.”

“Yes, let’s think about Charlie,” she said desperately. “Whatever the rights or wrongs of this are, he’s not in a fit state to hear it. Ross, please don’t let your need to tattle override what’s best for your brother.” His eyes narrowed. Oh, hell, she shouldn’t have said “tattle.” He removed her hand from his forearm.

“Okay, forget Charlie and think of the kids.”

“Those would be the kids you’re lying to.”

“They know who I am.”

“They’re in on this scam? Oh, this just gets better and better.”

“Haven’t they been through enough already without having their parents fall apart again?”

He looked down at her with implacable eyes. “Wasn’t
it enough that your sister broke my brother’s heart without trying to make it harder for him to spend time with his kids? I’m telling Charlie the truth.”

Viv watched him walk away. “How did you know it was me, anyway?” She’d failed Merry, she’d failed the kids. “Was it because I was too happy, Ross? That’s what your niece said when I asked how to act more like her mom. ‘Look sadder.’ Please!” Her voice broke. “Don’t do this.”

For a moment she thought he hesitated but maybe that was the limp because he didn’t glance back. She was going to cry and she didn’t want him to see it. Swallowing a sob she sought refuge in the bathroom.

R
OSS GLANCED BACK
when the bathroom door closed behind her and told himself two wrongs—falling in with the sisters’ scam—wouldn’t make a right. He didn’t lie, ever, least of all to his brother. He was so angry with Viv he wanted to shake her. How the hell did she think such a ridiculous masquerade would ever work? Except it had worked for three days…and the only reason he’d caught on was not through his honed SAS instincts, but through his body’s reaction to her.

It seemed to delight in betraying him these days. “Shit!” He slammed the doorjamb with his open palm. “Shit, shit, shit.”

There was a gasp, so soft, Ross barely heard it. He looked up. Tilly, in pink flannelette pajamas imprinted with black cats, her current obsession, sat on the stairs, clearly shocked.
Shit.

“Did you hear all that?”

The small throat swallowed, but she didn’t speak. Her eyes accused him.

Oh, hell. “You’re cold, honey,” he said gruffly. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

She stood obediently, let him shepherd her upstairs. Her bedroom was to the left of the stairs, the walls covered with posters of kittens.

Awkwardly, he tucked her in. “You want to talk about this?”

She turned away and faced the wall. Tilly always got stoic when she was hurt. If Meredith or Charlie fussed over, say, a knee scrape or a bee sting, she’d get mad. She didn’t like to cry. Saw it as a weakness, Ross supposed.

“Honey, someone has to tell the truth.”

She stared at the wall, very small and still under the duvet. His heart felt like a pump, building pressure in his brain. Since the separation, both he and the twins’ brother, Dan, had worked damn hard to avoid fallout on their friendship. Now Viv had thrown a massive spanner in the works through this ridiculous charade. Ross had to take sides.

Until now, he’d believed that was Charlie’s side.

Viv was huddled on the couch when he came downstairs a couple minutes later, Salsa glaring at her from his basket. Glimpsing Ross through the banisters, the dog scampered over. Viv lifted a tearstained face, then shoved to a sitting position when she saw Ross and grabbed a handful of tissues from the box beside the couch. “I thought you’d gone.” She looked pathetic and sad and Ross didn’t care, he was so bitterly resentful.

“I was putting Tilly back to bed. She heard everything.”

Her head shot up. “No!”

“I told her I wouldn’t tell Charlie.”

“Oh, Ross, thank you.” She started to smile but he scowled at her.

“As soon as Charlie’s over his initial grief and can deal with the truth, Meredith’s telling it.”

“But—”

“It’s not open to negotiation. Understood?”

She eyed him. Did the woman have no sense of self-preservation? “Understood?” he repeated.

Her lashes fell, screening her expression. “Understood.”

With that reassurance, Ross became all business. “How are you planning on identifying everyone at the funeral?”

“Merry’s briefed me, and Tilly and I have been going over photo albums.”

He frowned. “Funerals don’t have RSVPs. You can’t know everyone who’ll be there.”

“Then I’ll come over all teary…excuse myself.”

“You’ll have to use them sparingly or they’ll look like crocodile tears. Everyone knows Linda bullied Meredith.” He paced the living room. “I’ll stay close when I can—run defense with Coltrane relatives.”

She blinked. “So…are you helping me now?”

“What choice do I have? I’ve given Tilly my word.” He decided he hated Viv Jansen. “You’re putting my relationship with my brother at risk. I have to make sure you don’t blow it.”

“I’ve done okay so far,” she retorted. “I’m not going to fall apart halfway through.”

“Except I sprung you, remember?”

Viv sighed. “Fair point,” she conceded. “What gave me away?”

Something very close to a wet dream.
“I’m SAS,” Ross said brusquely. “You can’t hide anything from us.”

“Then thank God Dan isn’t coming to the funeral.”

He hadn’t thought that far. “And your parents?”

“Mum’s still in Italy and Dad’s busy helping Dan with lambing. Obviously he and Dan offered—for Charlie’s sake—but Merry put them off.”

“At least you’ve got something right,” he said grudgingly. Actually she’d got a lot right over the past few days; he could only marvel at her ingenuity. But he wasn’t telling
her
that. Except… “Why the hell did you let me talk you into hosting the reception after the service? Your best strategy was a quick appearance and a quick getaway.”

Viv gave him an exasperated look. “You think? But if you recall you made it a condition of our truce.”

“Damn it. Well…we’re stuck with it now, so best thing to do is set up a schedule for the day.” He stopped because she was shaking her head. “What?”

“I don’t need another person trying to micromanage every detail.”

“Is that what Meredith’s doing?” He could imagine that; she’d done it with Charlie. Because whatever sob story she’d told Viv, his sister-in-law helped plow her domestic rut. She was one of those wives who complained her husband did nothing in the house, then made him feel incompetent when he did.

Ross remembered Charlie trying to cook dinner while Meredith cleaned up behind him like a super Hoover. She’d taken over walking the dog because Charlie wanted to wait until after the sports news. As a scheduler himself, Ross could appreciate her frustration. As a guy he thought: What’s an extra twenty minutes as long as the job gets done?

“I’m not talking micromanagement,” he clarified. “I’m talking risk management. Making sure you’re on top of all the things under your control so if the proverbial hits the fan, you’re better able to think on your feet.” He noticed she was nearly falling asleep on hers. “Minimizing close calls.”

“That would be helpful.” Unconsciously she hugged herself. “I have to admit I’ve been living the past forty-eight hours on tenterhooks, lurching from one crisis to another. I mean, take a look at the house.”

Ross started picking up the toys scattered across the floor. “Go to bed, Viv. We’ll go over things tomorrow. When’s the best time?”

Her brow wrinkled. “The only outside thing I’ve got on is running a coaching session for Tilly’s soccer team tomorrow after school.”

He tossed Garfield and some Matchbox cars into the toy basket. “You know soccer?”

“I’ll research the rules online. I figure I can learn enough for training.”

Ross resisted offering assistance. He had enough to do for Charlie and damned if he’d make this easy for her.

“Other than that,” she continued, “I’ll be looking after Harry, trying to walk that unfriendly dog… Oh, I also need to rent some extra tableware…clean the house and learn to conduct.”

He lifted a brow. “Electricity?”

“And Tilly wants to make that cake…Nana Lin’s favorite.”

She hid a yawn and Ross frowned. Exhausted, she’d make more mistakes, maybe even a critical one.

Damn it! “Up until a couple of months ago I took Tilly’s team.” He’d dropped everything to intensify his training when he realized he wasn’t making the progress he’d expected. “I’ll meet you at the school, run the training session.”

Her face lit up and Ross marveled that he’d ever been fooled. Viv’s energy had always been completely different from her sister’s. She’d succeeded through a visual perception trick, like those pictures where you either saw the profile of a young woman in a hat or an old hag, depending on where your eye first focused. Cleverly, she’d focused them on Meredith, through clothes, through setting, through sheer bloody gall. Hiding in plain sight.

“I’ll phone you tomorrow,” he said. “Meanwhile I’ll keep Charlie away from you and your small accomplices as much as possible. It shouldn’t be hard, he’s run ragged finalizing the funeral arrangements in between work commitments.”

“Thank you, that would be a big help.”

“What the hell possessed you to tell Tilly, anyway?”

“She overheard me talking to her mother.” Wearily, Viv raked a hand through her hair. “But that’s sorted out now. I turn off my cell so I’m not caught in public by calls.”

The penny dropped. “That guy blowing air kisses was your French boyfriend, not Dr. Dick.”

“Dr. Luke,” she corrected. “Wait! How did you know Jean Paul was French?”

“Like I said, SAS.” She seemed too tired to move so he put a hand under her elbow and steered her toward the stairs. “Bed. Now.”

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to get closer,” she joked weakly. Brown eyes lifted to his—half apologetic, half defiant. And physical awareness sparked between them, as it had sparked eight years ago. Dangerously alive with something too close to a connection. At the wedding he’d turned her down because of it.

Now she’d embroiled him in a situation entirely driven by moral and emotional dilemmas, his least favorite kind. If mishandled, this had the potential to alienate him from one of the few people he needed—his brother. Ross dropped his hand from her elbow.

“Let’s be clear, Viv. I don’t give a damn if your motives are as pure as spring water. You’ve created an unholy mess and I’m compromising
my
ethics to help you clean it up. When this is over the only Jansen I still want ties with is Dan.”

“A
ND YOU’RE
sure
R
OSS
won’t tell Charlie,” said Merry. “Or our brother?”

“He gave me his word, so it’s all good.”

So why did she feel so bad? Viv sat at the computer nook in the kitchen. A cheerful midmorning sun streamed through the windows, and revealed every smear and scrap
of food on the floorboards, except where a basket of dirty laundry cast a mountainous shadow. The Himalayas, she thought, moving her half-eaten cereal into the shade before the milk soured. Me and a couple of trusty Sherpas, climbing Everest. It’s got to be easier than this.

The kids were at school and day care, and Viv had rushed home for a second Skype session on conducting. “Breathe when you want your choir to breathe and take an exaggerated breath on the beat before any new part is supposed to start. That’s in addition to the hand gestures.”

She was way too busy to be stressing about last night.

On the computer screen, Merry worried the edge of the sheet. “But
how
did Ross work it out?”

“Omniscient powers apparently.”

Merry’s brow puckered. “It must have been something you did.”

Hurt, frustration and fatigue boiled over like Tilly’s morning porridge. “Why? Because everything that goes wrong has to be my fault?”

“I didn’t say that,” Merry said wearily, and plumped up the pillows. “Only you need to find out what it was and fix it before the funeral.”

Her twin’s complexion was the same shade as the white pillowcase. Viv leaned forward. Merry’s eyes were fever-bright. “Why aren’t you looking better?” she said abruptly.

Merry smoothed down her covers. “I needed stronger antibiotics, they’ll kick in shortly.”

“I’m driving down there.”

“No!” Her sister looked up in alarm. “You’ve got too much to do. Our conducting practice…memorizing names and faces—now there’s the choir’s names, too, remember? Shopping for cake ingredients…and cleaning, too, if the rest of the house is as dirty as what I can see behind you.”

“None of that matters if you need me.”

“Viv, I need you
there.
”

“At least let me call Dan. He—”

“The kids know, the dog knows, Ross knows.” Merry threw up her hands. “Now you want to tell Dan? Soon the only person in ignorance will be Charlie. I’m on the mend, so can we get on with conducting practice, please? I’m scheduled for more tests in thirty minutes.”

“What kind of tests?”

“Nothing…more blood work. I’ll still be fine for a transfer in a couple of days. Now, ‘Abide with Me’ is four/four timing.” Her pale arms rose in graceful movement. “That’s down for beat one, over across the body for beat two, out for beat three and up for beat four.”

Halfway through their practice, Viv’s cell rang. “It’s Charlie,” she told Merry. “I should get this.” She trusted Ross to keep his promise but was still nervous as they exchanged pleasantries. “Did I confirm the choir?” Viv glanced at her sister who’d made the arrangements.

Merry nodded and held up her hands. Ten fingers, then another five.

“Fifteen are coming,” said Viv smoothly.

“Okay if I pick Harry up from day care?”

“Sure, you can pick Harry up from day care,” she repeated for Merry’s benefit. The sisters looked at each other. Or did he want to see
Susan?

“And I’ll collect Tilly from school, too,” Charlie said. “I thought I’d take them for ice cream since I’ve seen so little of them…what with Mum and everything.”

“Didn’t Ross tell you? Tilly has soccer training after school. He’s offered to take it.”

“Of course,” he sounded weary. “Why didn’t I remember?”

“You have other things on your plate.”

“I’m writing the eulogy tonight. Any cute stories involving Mom and our kids come to mind?”

“I’ll think about it and phone you,” she promised.

“Thanks, Mere.” Charlie cleared his throat. “And thanks again for all you’re doing. I’m aware that it’s a big ask.”

“Just trying to do the right thing here.” To Viv’s horror, her voice wobbled. Ross’s condemnation had really knocked her confidence. Horrified, she shot a glance at Merry, but her sister lay back in bed with her eyes closed. “Gotta go,” she managed briskly. “Goodbye, Charlie.”

Merry opened her eyes. “You did tell me not to get my hopes up. He’s going to make up with Susan, isn’t he?”

“We don’t know that,” Viv replied. “Maybe it really is about spending time with Harry. He’s only seen him once since camp.” She blinked. “Is this really only my fifth day in New Zealand?”

“Which reminds me,” said Merry, “Jean Paul left a message overnight. He wasn’t happy with a text message instead of a phone call.”

Great, something else to feel guilty about. She’d contact him after this—no, the time zone was wrong. Viv suddenly felt swamped by the burden of other people’s expectations. “Listen, Charlie wants fun stories about Linda and the children for the eulogy. How about you phone him directly? If you call him at Linda’s home number tonight and use the hospital’s landline instead of my cell, it should be safe enough. Her phone doesn’t have call display.”