Nutcase

Table of Contents

 

 

What Looks Like Crazy

“With her trademark characters, Hughes pens a fast-moving story about a shrink whose life careens from dealing with patients to coping with family . . . a fun formula.”
—Romantic Times

 

“You cannot go wrong with Charlotte Hughes’s
What Looks Like Crazy.
”
—NovelTalk

 

“Absolutely hilarious! . . . Quirky . . . thought provoking . . . I am hoping for a sequel!”

 

 

Hot Shot

“A tough-talking, in-your-face heroine . . . romantic comedy at its best.”

—
Janet Evanovich,
New York Times
bestselling author

 

“One of the best books of the year . . . every wonderful character created by Charlotte Hughes is outstanding.”

—Affaire de Coeur
(five stars)

 

“A delightful read with very real characters readers can relate to and root for.”
—Romantic Times

 

A New Attitude

“An appealing romance filled with charm and snappy dialogue.”
—Booklist

 

“With well-crafted characters and delightful banter, this is just plain fun!”
—Romantic Times

 

Valley of the Shadow

“Hughes’s snappy dialogue and strong writing aptly describe the small Southern town and its attitude toward a girl corrupted by the big city . . . An entertaining and fast-paced murder mystery.”
—Publishers Weekly

 

And After That, the Dark

“One of the Southern thrillers that never lets up and makes you unable to put it down. It’s exciting enough to even give terror a good name. Charlotte Hughes is the real thing.”

—
Pat Conroy,
New York Times
bestselling author

 

“This story and its characters will remain with you long after you’ve turned the last page.”

—
Janet Evanovich,
New York Times
bestselling author

 

WHAT LOOKS LIKE CRAZY
NUTCASE

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NUTCASE

 

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Jove mass-market edition / March 2009

Copyright © 2009 by Charlotte Hughes.

 

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acknowledgments

Many thanks to the following people:

 

 

Marketing genius and webmaster Tara Green of Siren Products, who worked tirelessly on my behalf and gave me a spectacular website!

 

Al Zuckerman at Writers House for the strong bond we share. Maya Rock, his assistant, a warm voice on the other end of the line, and a woman who gets things done.

 

The staff at Berkley, who work behind the scenes to make me look good.

 

My dear friend and esteemed author Ann B. Ross, who listens to my woes and keeps me laughing with her Miss Julia books.

 

Janet Evanovich, my personal advisor and friend through thick and thin.

 

Clinical psychologist Dr. David Berndt, for his continued professional input.

 

My mother and best friend, Barbara Shelton, for always being there.

 

And finally, my readers, whose kind words keep me going when I run out of chocolate!

chapter 1

My name is Kate Holly. As a clinical psychologist, I get paid to listen to people’s problems. You wouldn’t believe some of the stuff I hear. And just when I think I’ve heard it all, a new patient will come in and blow me out of the water. I’m surprised that my hair hasn’t turned white, like when Moses went up to the mountain where God appeared to him as a burning bush.

My colleagues and I often joke that we’re even more screwed up than our patients and should all be fitted for straitjackets. We might be on to something. For example, I’m obsessive-compulsive. When I’m stressed, I count things. I do multiplication tables in my head. I prefer even numbers because they are divisible by two. Odd numbers are complicated.

Sort of like my life.

That explains why my ex-husband and I were presently sitting in a marriage counselor’s office.

Jay Rush is, and always will be, the love of my life, but we have issues, which only adds to the complexities. Nevertheless, I had tried to postpone our divorce two months ago, only hours before my attorney was to appear in court on my behalf. Unfortunately I’d gotten sidetracked by a wacko patient, and I’d ended up in the ER. That I survived was a miracle, but it proved that I needed to make some serious changes in my life.

Evelyn Hunt was supposed to be the best couple’s therapist in town, if not the most expensive. Thankfully, Jay was covering the cost.

As with most high-end psychologists, her so-called hour only lasted forty-five minutes. It was pretty obvious that her clients paid their bills regularly—unlike most of mine—because Evelyn’s office looked like the showroom floor at Ethan Allen. She wasted no time getting down to business.

“How’s the sex?” she asked me.

The question took me by surprise. I had done my share of marriage counseling and had posed that same question to troubled couples. But this was the first time someone had asked me.

“Fantastic,” I said. “Couldn’t be better.”

Evelyn regarded Jay.

“It’s pretty good,” he said.

My smile drooped. On a scale of one to ten, his level of enthusiasm rated about a three. I knew he was reluctant to discuss our personal problems with a stranger, even a professional. Most men are like that. In the end, though, he’d agreed we needed help.

“Just pretty good?” I blurted.

He shifted in his chair. The blue nylon jacket he wore matched his eyes. He’d shoved the sleeves to his elbows, exposing arms that were brown and tightly muscled. He worked hard to stay in shape, and it showed. That, combined with his thick dark hair and olive complexion, had turned more heads than mine.

He looked at me. “Sometimes I feel you use sex so we don’t have to face our problems.”

“That’s not true!” I said. Okay, maybe it
was
true, I admitted to myself. But after listening to people’s woes all day, the last thing I wanted to do was talk about ours. Or face the fact that we might never work them out.

“Sometimes I feel—” Jay paused. “Like you’re holding back,” he said. “Like part of you is cut off from me emotionally.”

I gave a sigh. When had the man gone all touchy-feely on me? “How can you say that?”

“That’s how I feel, Katie. If you don’t want to hear the truth, then you shouldn’t have asked me to come here.”

“Did you want to be here today?” Evelyn asked him.

“Not particularly.”

She didn’t appear surprised. “But you came anyway,” she said. “Why?”

He shrugged. “I suppose I should do my part to try and make our marriage work.”

Of course, technically we were no longer married, but why quibble over details?

“Do you want your marriage to work?” she asked him.

“Of course I do.”

“Have you told Kate that you sometimes feel she is shutting you out?”

“Not in so many words. Like I said, we usually end up in bed.”

I sank low in my chair. Evelyn had probably labeled me a sex addict. I wanted to crawl beneath the expensive Persian rug on the floor.

She turned from Jay to me. “Do you think you hold back emotionally?” she asked.

“I’m open to him,” I said, flinching at the whiny sound coming out of my mouth. I made that same sound when my mother accused me of not visiting enough. “I share,” I added. But it wasn’t altogether true. And Jay and I
had
spent a lot of time in the sack during the first month of our attempt at reconciliation. It was the reason we’d made reservations at our favorite restaurants and never showed, missed two films we’d wanted to see, and lost money on concert tickets Jay had purchased.

The room went silent. Evelyn seemed to be waiting for me to fill it. “Okay,” I finally said. “I
have
been holding back a little, but that’s because Jay has been so critical. He seems to look for reasons to point out my shortcomings with regard to my work.”

“Tell Evelyn
why
I criticize you,” Jay said.

We locked gazes. “You’re just trying to make me look bad,” I said.

Jay turned his attention to Evelyn. “Two months ago, Kate was almost strangled by the boyfriend of one of her patients.”