Sweetheart (Sweetie) Mae Holiday, 30, was returning home to Texas from Nashville. After leaving in a dark cloud of smoke denouncing everything about it, after a suffocating fight with her father then her now ex Jace. She wasn’t expecting a warm welcome because Jace was the all-American star football player with his pick of colleges scouting and talk of the NFL in his future. So, with their all-too-public and her jaw-dropping breakup with him, she was dubbed the evil woman who was too good for their town.
They never wanted her back in their town again, and neither did her father. Only he took it one step further he never wanted her in his home again. But when her mama had called saying her father had a heart attack and she was needed home again. She was going there. Although, it was on a wing and a prayer her credit card had been denied at the last gas station so she was running on fumes. She was almost home when red and blue lights showed up in her rearview mirrors. She turned the car off to save gas pulled out her license and registration, which she hoped he wouldn’t notice, but it was seven months overdue.
He noticed. Before she could see his nameplate the officer was writing a ticket. Very cut and dry no humor or niceties. He drops the ticket and all in her lap and walks away. She tries to start the car it won’t start, no gas. Even though it is about six miles to her parents’ place she does remember the shortcuts through fields. She grabs her purse locks it and starts walking. Now the cop wants to be nice, and tells her to get in, and she tells him No thanks. He swerved in front of her so fast, she had to stop or run right into the bumper of the sheriff’s car.
Badass Lawman jumped out. He didn’t look stern now. He looked pissed. Which was fine with her. She was feeling a little pissed herself. “What?” She held up her hands. “Are you going to give me a ticket for running out of gas, Officer . . .?” She glanced down. His pocket flap was buttoned back in place and she had no trouble reading the name engraved on the shiny gold plate. Sheriff Decker Carson, 27. At that moment it all made sense to her. When she left, she didn't only leave Jace she left his cousin, and her good friend Derek. He was a young boy then, but is all grown up and a mighty fine specimen of a Texas man now.
And if she had hurt him back then, it had festered into a deep-seated hatred all these twelve years later. But here that tricky part love is so close to hate and hurt. Remember this as you read. We are talking about the eleven-year-old Derek when he came to live in Wilder, Texas. He used to blush every time she spoke to him. The reason he had come to live with his grandparents was that his parents had died in an accident. Jace had taken him under his wing and never once complained. Derek was a city boy pretty much afraid of all animals, so he came to help out at Holiday Ranch.
Hence he and Sweetie became close. Derek was the only one who had ever heard any of her written songs. Such a multi-layered book. Like pulling the layers off an onion. Depending on the onion it could be sweet times or hard to talk enough to make you want to cry.