You and Only You (21 page)

Lonnie frowned as he began to make notes. “Why didn’t you report it sooner?”

“And say what, Lonnie? He hasn’t done anything to me. He just turns up everywhere I go. It’s gone beyond coincidence, leaving me to believe he’s stalking me. And frankly, he’s a little scary.”

“Do you want to press charges?”

“For what? He hasn’t come on my property or touched me in any way.”

Lonnie frowned. “I understand. Still, don’t hesitate to call again if you feel uneasy.”

“I won’t,” she said.

“Okay then. Have a nice night,” he said.

She shut and locked the door behind him, then went back to get her house shoes. Moments later she was on her way to the kitchen to make herself some supper.

As she began digging food out of the refrigerator and heating up a skillet to scramble some eggs, she could almost hear her mama’s voice, telling her to fix whatever was wrong between her and Mike.

Being the dutiful daughter that she was, she turned around and headed for the phone.

* * *

Mike had kicked back on the sofa, nursing a beer and watching TV. He’d ordered a pizza and was waiting for it to be delivered when his phone rang. He answered without checking caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Mike, it’s me, LilyAnn.”

He closed his eyes. “What do you want?”

Lily winced. “I was about to make myself some supper and wondered if you wanted to come over and—”

“No.”

She took a deep breath and tried again. “What about eating dinner with me Christmas day? I’ll be—”

“No. Call your boyfriend and invite him. I’m busy.”

He hung up before he weakened, then felt like a heel. It was behavior unbecoming of a Southern gentleman.

Across the drive, LilyAnn blinked away tears and then hung up the phone and began to make her own meal. She ate her scrambled eggs without tasting them, put a little jelly on what was left of her toast, and called it supper.

As soon as the kitchen was clean, she called Ruby Dye. Ruby had been in charge of organizing workers for the Salvation Army Christmas dinner for the past few years, and LilyAnn wasn’t about to spend the day alone feeling sorry for herself.

Ruby answered on the third ring.

“Hello.”

“Hey, Sister, it’s me, LilyAnn.”

Ruby curled her feet up beneath her as she settled in for a chat.

“Well, hi, honey! Are you still happy with your haircut or did you call to gripe at me?”

LilyAnn smiled. “No, I’m not mad, and yes, I love it. The reason I’m calling is about the Salvation Army dinner. Are you still in charge of organizing servers?”

“I sure am. Are you volunteering?”

“Yes, ma’am. I suddenly find myself alone on Christmas Day, and you know how the song goes, I better not pout and I better not cry, or Santa won’t leave me a present.”

Ruby laughed. “That’s the attitude, and this is wonderful. I always need servers.”

“So what do I do?”

“Show up at the community center about nine o’clock Christmas morning. We start by decorating tables and go from there.”

“I’ll be there, and thank you for letting me in at this late date.”

“On the contrary, it’s I who should be thanking you. So I’ll see you Tuesday morning, okay?”

“Oh, wait! What do I wear?” Lily asked.

“Something festive, and be as quirky as you want. Lots of the servers wear little headbands with reindeer antlers, or Santa hats…anything like that.”

“Will do,” LilyAnn said. “And thanks again.”

“You’re welcome.”

Lily smiled as she disconnected, already thinking about the day. This was what her grandma would have referred to as putting on her big-girl panties. So, tomorrow being Sunday, and only two days before Christmas, she was going shopping in Savannah. Her clothes no longer fit right, and she wanted something fun to wear at the dinner.

By the time she went to bed, she’d set her disappointment aside. As long as there was a tomorrow, there was still hope to make things right.

* * *

Mike stood in the dark, watching out his bedroom window until he saw the light go out in hers, and then went to bed, but he couldn’t sleep. He kept thinking about LilyAnn all alone on Christmas Day. No tree, no presents, no family. Then he rolled over angrily and punched his pillow.

When he woke up the next morning, it was almost 9:00 a.m. When he went out to get the paper, he noticed her car was gone and assumed she’d gone to church.

When noon came and went and she still wasn’t home, he told himself it didn’t matter. She was a grown woman and not his responsibility.

* * *

LilyAnn’s arms were full of sacks and packages as she made her way back to the mall parking lot. It was almost 2:00 p.m. Her feet hurt from walking, but she felt better than she had in years. Even if she was alone—even if Mike hated her guts—at the moment, she was happy.

She dumped her stuff in the trunk and then sighed with relief as she slid behind the wheel. She had an hour-and-a-half drive to get home, and would be there long before dark, which was her only concern.

She’d skipped lunch and now she was starving, but she’d thought of that before she left the mall food court. She dug out her veggie sandwich from Subway, unscrewed the top on her cold drink, and then took a big bite. She ate until her appetite had been satisfied, wrapped up what was left, and headed home.

* * *

Mike was bordering on all-out panic. On the one hand, he refused to call her and let her know he was worried. On the other hand, he didn’t know what he would do if he called and she didn’t answer. So he did neither as his fears increased with leaps and bounds.

One minute he’d looked out the window to the empty driveway, and the next time he looked, her car was in the drive and she was nowhere in sight.

Relief washed through him so fast that his legs went out from under him as he dropped onto the sofa.

“Thank you, Jesus,” he said softly, and buried his face in his hands.

But the longer he sat, the more disgusted he became with himself. He could talk big and act tough, but he was never going to get over loving her and he knew it.

Chapter 14

Phillips’ Pharmacy opened at 8:00 a.m. on Christmas Eve, and LilyAnn stood at the register checking people out nonstop until her time for break finally came. She was already tired when she headed for the bathroom, and the day was a long way from over. It felt like every man in Blessings had waited until the last minute to do his Christmas shopping, and now, because other things were so picked over in retail stores, they all had come through the pharmacy in panic mode, hoping there were bottles of perfume or boxed sets of bath powders and lotions left for sale. Once those sold out, the shoppers opted for foot massagers and Yankee candles, and when those were gone, they emptied the racks of gel insoles, socks for diabetics, and K-Y Jelly. Sometimes it was difficult to keep a straight face as she checked them out.

One little boy had come in with three dollars to buy his mama a present. He bypassed a display of nail polish and a bin of mini-tubes of hand lotion, opting for a box of SpongeBob Band-Aids. He looked so pleased with his purchase that she couldn’t help but envy the woman who would open that gift.

When 5:00 p.m. came, LilyAnn was exhausted. She drove home in something of a daze, oblivious to the pickup following two cars behind her. She parked in her driveway and was already inside before the truck passed her house. She never saw it or the driver.

But Mike did.

He came around the corner just as the truck drove past LilyAnn’s house, and he knew who it was. Although they met in the middle of the block, Lachlan wasn’t looking at Mike. His full attention was on the house where Lily’s car was parked.

When Mike saw the expression on Lachlan’s face, the hair stood up on the back of his neck. That wasn’t lust, it was rage.

What
the
hell?

Mike watched him in his rearview mirror, and when Lachlan reached the intersection, he took a hard right. Mike accelerated, pulled in his driveway, and hurried into his house, then raced to a window and peered through a crack between the curtains.

Sure enough, Lachlan was making a return pass. He did it two more times before he finally left the neighborhood.

Mike was beginning to think Lachlan was not the boyfriend he’d imagined him to be.

So if not a suitor, he was her stalker, which explained why she’d called the police the other day.

Son
of
a
bitch.

He went straight to the phone to call the police, and then stopped. What could he say? That he saw Lachlan circle the block four times? That wasn’t against the law, and he’d made no threatening moves toward her, so they couldn’t arrest him for assault. Mike was beginning to understand how hard it would be for a woman to prove she was being stalked, and how useless the law really was when this was happening.

And while he was deciding what to do about making his peace with Lily, she got in her car and, once again, was gone before he knew it.

* * *

LilyAnn had been going to Christmas Eve services at her church for as long as she could remember. She wasn’t spending the holiday with her family, and she wasn’t spending it with Mike, but that didn’t prevent her from spending the holiday with God.

She pulled into the church parking lot and, as she was parking, saw children going into the church dressed as angels and shepherds, and even one little boy in what looked like a donkey costume and another, a sheep. At that point, all the exhaustion she’d been feeling melted away.

She took a seat on the aisle near the middle of the room just as a little angel came running from the altar. His halo was hanging lopsided on his head, and his harried mother was right behind him, which sent a titter of laughter throughout the congregation.

By the time the service started, Lily was at peace. She couldn’t control what was happening around her, but she could control how she received it.

Much later, after the program and the singing, they had refreshments in the dining hall of the church, and once again, Lily was reminded of all the years she and Mike had been thrown together as kids, seated side by side with a cup of punch and a sugar cookie apiece, with a caution not to make a mess.

She ate a cookie and drank some punch for old times’ sake and, when she got home, found a FedEx package on her front porch from her mama and Eddie.

She didn’t have a tree, but she had a present and her mama’s love, and that was enough.

* * *

It had taken Mike exactly five minutes to calm down and realize where LilyAnn had probably gone, and after a quick trip past the church parking lot where he saw her car, he knew he was right. He thought about going in, but didn’t—partly because he didn’t want to carry their antagonism into a house of God, but mostly because he didn’t know how to face her.

He went home in a calmer frame of mind, and when she came home a couple of hours later, he was at peace. He didn’t know if she would ever forgive him, but he would willingly eat crow for the rest of his life if he could just have her back as his best friend.

* * *

The phone rang as LilyAnn was styling her hair to accommodate the halo she planned to wear at the Salvation Army dinner. She dropped the brush and ran to answer, plopping down on the bed as she put the receiver to her ear.

“Merry Christmas!”

Grace laughed. “Merry Christmas, LilyAnn! Did you get your present?”

LilyAnn smiled. “Yes, but I waited to open it this morning so it would be official. Thank you, Mama, and thank Eddie for me, too. The sweater is beautiful. You know blue is my favorite color, and it fits me perfectly!”

“That’s great! And thank you for our present, as well. You know me so well, darling. This flower-a-month thing is amazing. We got the first delivery day before yesterday, and after we enjoy it blooming in the house, we can plant the bulbs out in our garden. Every time we see them blooming, we will think of you.”

LilyAnn beamed. “I’m glad you liked it, Mama.”

“Oh, and speaking of like, I
love
your hair. It turned you into a rather gorgeous woman.”

Lily’s smile widened. “Not that you’re prejudiced or anything, but thanks.”

“I am not prejudiced, at least not much. So what are you doing today? Have you and Mike made up?”

“I’m trying, but he’s not having any of it. I won’t give up, but so far, nothing has changed.”

“I’m so sorry. It kills me that you’re going to be alone today. I wish you had come here to be with us.”

“Oh, I’m not going to be alone! I’m helping serve at the Salvation Army dinner. I bought a green sweatshirt with a Christmas tree on the front and back, and the little lights on the tree really light up and twinkle. And I have a halo to wear with it. I can’t wait to put it all on.”

Grace smiled. She could hear the excitement in her daughter’s voice and was amazed at the transformation she’d made.

“Good for you. That’s a perfect way to mark the season. So, have a good time, and tell me all about it next time we talk.”

“I will. I love you, Mama.”

“I love you, too, honey.”

Lily was smiling as she disconnected. She glanced at the clock, then headed to the kitchen. She had no idea if the people who worked the dinner ate dinner there, too. So, just to be on the safe side, she made herself some food and ate with an eye on the time so she wouldn’t be late.

* * *

T. J. Lachlan had been carrying around the ticket he’d gotten for disturbing the peace, but he was tired of looking at it. When he got home, he got out of the truck, set the ticket on fire, and dropped it in the yard. The grass tried to catch with it, but he stomped it out. He stood for a moment, staring intently at the house he’d inherited. He’d had his fill of this place, in more ways than one. He refused to consider he’d brought his current troubles on himself. He didn’t get this kind of grief back in Tennessee, he thought as he strode angrily inside with a fifth of Jim Beam in one hand and some takeout ribs from Charlie’s Barbecue in the other.