What happens when best friends fall for the same girl?
A Bromance, A Romance & A Love Triangle
Local sports heroes Brooks Bennett and Vance Evans are used to being part of a winning team. But when it comes to romance their good cop, bad cop images have them handcuffed. They want a woman’s point of view to help unshackle their reputations, and they’ve picked out one pretty, pony-tailed firecracker to do it.
Lolly DuVal longs for a summer fling that can set off all her bells and whistles. So she agrees to tutor Henderson’s hunkiest heroes on what women really want. Now she finds herself caught between two cops and a hard place. And those bells and whistles? They are starting to sound a whole lot more like alarms.
“Let’s face it, bro," Vance said. "You and I have covered a lot of female territory over the years without much to show for it. And unfortunately I think our reputations have been cemented. We have become the epitome of good cop, bad cop.”
“Me being the good cop,” Brooks stated.
“Yeah. So somehow I need to become more like you.”
“Whatever. It’s gonna be a cold day in hell when I start treating women the way you do.”
“Fine. Not crazy about the good cop, bad cop analogy? Substitute safe versus sexy.”
“Well,” Vance said, lifting an eyebrow, “I’m certainly not milquetoast.”
Brooks planted his ass on the training table Lolly had vacated, shaking himself all over. “Brrr! Just saying the word ‘sexy’ makes me feel ridiculous.”
“Yeah, and like I wanna be this town’s Golden Boy.” Vance broke into his best Brooks Bennett imitation. “Hey, Mrs. Devine! How’s your golf game? Really? Well, you hang in there,” Vance mimicked.
“That is not how I sound.”
“That is exactly how you sound to me.”
“Well, you can’t be me and I refuse to be you.”
“Yes, but we can gain a better understanding of where we’re lacking and improve in those areas. I need to figure out how to lighten up and get women to wave at me when I walk through town like they do to you.”
“And I need to learn how to make their eyes go dark and misty like Lolly’s did when she told you that you had very, very good hands. What the hell was going on in here, you goddamn son of a bitch?”
“Brooks, buddy. That crap is so easy.”
“Not for me.”
“Which is why, if you go along with my plan, I will reveal to you the secret of my success. Which I learned at the age of fifteen, by the way. It’s certainly not rocket science.”
“We help Lolly with her research and she helps us with ours.”
“I don’t follow.”
“She’s the tutor.”
“No. She’s my date.”
“Tonight she’s your date. Tomorrow she’s our tutor.”
“Our tutor, how?”
“Man, I don’t know. But what I do know is that she was willing to talk about what she didn’t want. So maybe she’d be willing to talk about what she does want. It certainly can’t hurt to ask. Who else are we gonna get?”
Brooks shrugged. “I don’t know. And I see your point, I really do. But I’m hoping this date isn’t going to be a one and done.”
“Well then….” Vance spread his arms wide. “What could be better than learning about what women want from the woman you actually want?”
“Trust me. There’s no downside here. Let’s just talk to her tonight and see if she’d be willing to help us.”
“I don’t know.”
“All right. How ’bout this? I give you one piece of bad cop advice to use on your date tonight. If it works out well for you, and it will, you go along with me on this.”
Brooks looked skeptical. “What’s the advice?”
“Do we have a deal? Because this is good stuff and frankly, right now, in this town, you are my stiffest competition. I don’t want to be giving you pointers and getting nothing in return.”
“Jesus, will you just tell me already?”
“Okay.” Vance took a breath before speaking in a conspiratorial tone. “Tonight, when you take the Lollypop home, the moment you hit that top step of her momma’s porch you shove that lean body of hers right up against the wall and kiss her like you mean it.”
Vance let that sink in before he added, “You can thank me in the morning.”
Growing up every summer in a place where dancing and romancing are literally part of its theme song, Liz Kelly can't help but be a romantic at heart. And since her favorite author, Kathleen E. Woodiwiss wrote some of the world's greatest romances, she's just trying to give the world a little more of that. (Okay, maybe a little sexier that, but we are now in a new millennium after all.)
A graduate of Wake Forest University, where she met her handsome golf-addicted husband, (who is now sporting dark glasses everywhere he goes) Liz is a mother of two grown sons (also sporting dark glasses) and a miniature Labradoodle named Isabelle. They live in the Fountain of Youth, a.k.a. Naples, FL where dancing and romancing continues on ad infinitum.