Rachel Gibson - Crazy On You

The third book in the Lovett, Texas series, 2012

Lily Darlington hated being called crazy. Shed rather someone call her a bitch-or even a stupid bitch-because she knew she was neither and never had been. Not on purpose anyway. But put the c-word in front of bitch, and Lily was likely to go all crazy bitch on someones ass.

At least she had in the past, when shed been more impulsive and let her feelings and emotions control her. When shed gone from zero to ten in under five seconds. When shed dumped milk on Jimmy Joe Jenkins head in the third grade and let air out of Sarah Littles bike tires in the sixth. When shed thought that every action deserved a reaction. When shed been reckless and occasionally over the top-like when she drove her Ford Taurus into her ex-husbands front room.

But she hadnt done anything over the top recently. These days, she was able to control her feelings and emotions. These days she was a respectable businesswoman and mother of a ten-year-old son. She was thirty-eight, and shed worked hard to get the crazy out of her life and off the front of her name.

Lily grabbed her tote and rushed out the back of Lily Belles Salon Day Spa. Her last cut-and-color appointment had taken longer than expected, and it was already past seven. She had to drive sixty-five miles, make dinner for her son, help him with his homework, and force him into the tub. Once he was in bed, she had to put together all the gift bags for her spa event next Saturday night.

A single bulb glowed above her head as she locked the door. Cold night air touched her cheeks and a slight breeze caught the tails of her wool coat. It was late March in the Texas panhandle and still cold enough at night that her breath hung in front of her face.

From as far back as she could remember, people had called her crazy. Crazy Lily Brooks. Then shed married that rat bastard Ronny Darlington and theyd called her Crazy Lily Darlington.

The sound of her boot heels as she walked to her Jeep Cherokee echoed off of the Dumpster. With her thumb on the keypad, she unlocked the doors and the back hatch popped up. She set her heavy tote next to boxes filled with skin and hair care products, then reached over her head and closed the door.

Okay, so maybe shed been just a little crazy during her marriage, but her ex-husband had made her crazy. Hed skirted around with half the female population of Lovett, Texas. Hed lie and tell her she was imagining things. Hed been so good at sneaking around that shed almost convinced herself that she was imagining things. Then hed dumped her for Kelly the Skank. She didnt even remember Kellys last name, but hed moved out and left Lily behind without so much as a backward glance. Hed also left her with a pile of bills, a bare refrigerator, and a two-year-old boy.

Hed thought he could just move on. Hed thought he could get away with making a fool of her. Hed thought shed just take it, and that, more than anything, had made her drive her car through his living room. She hadnt been trying to kill him or anyone else. He hadnt even been home at the time. Shed just wanted to let him know she wasnt disposable. That he couldnt just walk away without suffering like she was suffering. But he hadnt suffered. Lily ended up in the hospital with a concussion and broken leg, and he didnt give a shit about anything but his busted TV.

She shut herself inside her SUV and fired it up. The red Cherokee was the first new car shed ever bought. Up until a year ago, shed always bought used. But with the success of her salon and day spa, Lily was able to splurge on something that had always been a dream-one shed never thought would actually come true. Twin headlights shone on the back of the spa as she reversed out of the parking lot and headed home-toward the small three-bedroom house right next to her mothers, in Lovett, in the little town north of Amarillo where she was born and raised.

Living next to her mother was both a curse and a blessing. A curse because Louella Brooks was retired with nothing to do but pry into everyones business; a blessing because Luella was retired and could watch Pippen when he got out of school. And as much as her mother drove her insane, with her yard art and rambling stories, she was a good grandmother and it was nice not to have to worry about her son.

Lily eased onto the highway toward Lovett and switched on the radio to a country station. Shed never wanted to raise her son alone; she was raised by a single mother herself. Louella worked hard to support Lily and her older sister, Daisy, pouring coffee and slinging chicken fried steak for long hours at the Wild Coyote Diner. She wanted better for own child-Phillip Ronald Darlington, or, as everyone called him, Pippen. Lily was twenty-eight when she gave birth to him. Shed already known her three-year marriage was in trouble but held on desperately, trying hard to keep her family together to give her son something shed never had-a daddy and a stay-at-home mom. Shed overlooked a lot for that to happen, only to watch Ronnie walk out on her and Pip in the end anyway.

At seven P.M., the traffic to Lovett was sparse to nonexistent, and as she drove her headlights flared on asphalt and sagebrush. She turned off the radio, fiddled around with her iPod, and sang along with Rascal Flatts. The posted speed limit was seventy, which really meant seventy-five. Everyone knew that, and she accelerated to a reasonable seventy-six.

For a year after her divorce, she might have gone a bit wild. She might have been impulsive and emotional. Might have been lost; might have been fired from a few too many jobs; tossed back a few too many tequila shots and slept with a few too many men. Might have made a few rash decisions-like the Lily tattoo next to her hipbone and her breast augmentation. But it wasnt like shed gone stripper-huge. Shed gone from a B-cup after the birth of her son to the full C shed been before. Now she hated having spent money on a tattoo, and was also ambivalent about the money used on her boobs. If at a better place in her life, she might not have done it. If shed had the confidence she had now, she might have spent the money on something more practical. Then again, Lily liked how she looked and didnt really regret it. At the time, Crazy Lily Darlingtons new boobs had been the talk of the small town. Or, at least, of the Road Kill Bar where shed spent too much time looking for Mr. Right, only to hook up with yet another Mr. Wrong.

Lily didnt really like to look back at that year of her life. She hadnt been the best mother, but supposed it was something she had to work out to get where she was today. Something she had to live through before she got her head straight and could think of her and Pips future. Something to get out of her system before she went to cosmetology school, got her license, and built up a clientele.

Now seven years after shed rolled her first perm and butchered her first head of hair, she was the owner of a salon-Lily Belles, where other stylists, massage therapists, manicurists, and aestheticians rented chairs and rooms from her. She was finally doing good. So good she no longer used her caller ID to screen bill collectors.

She thought about everything she had yet to do that night and hoped her mother had fed Pippen dinner by now. The kid was bigger than most boys his age. He was going to be as big as his daddy, the rat bastard. Although lately, Ronnie had been paying a bit more attention to his son. He was taking him next weekend, which was nice since Louella had one of her bingo nights and Lily had her spa event.