Playin’ Cop (Heroes of Henderson ~ Prequel) (3 page)

“Oh, it’s a big day when the law finally catches up to my baby sister,” Grace said, turning them both toward the rest of the family. She kept an arm firmly around Annabelle’s waist as they walked. “Finally you weren’t able to flirt your way out of a ticket. Henderson’s finest must be upping their game.”

“Well, I suppose an FBI agent would think so.” Annabelle stopped short. “You didn’t set this up, did you?”
 

Grace laughed, her light brown bangs falling into her eyes. She tucked them back and started walking. “Never,” she vowed. “Blood is thicker than water, after all. I’ve always got your back.”

“Just like I’ll always sing your praises,” Tess added, as the girls approached the rest of the family.

 
Annabelle squealed and threw her arms around Tess in a tight embrace. “Well, if you’re the one doing the singing, at least it will sound good,” she said into her sister’s neck. They parted slightly so each one could look at the other. “I’m so glad you were able to get home. Grace and I missed you over Christmas and the New Year’s Eve ball would be absolutely no fun without you.”

“You mean there wouldn’t be as much fodder for the gossip mill if I didn’t show my face.”

“Not at all,” Annabelle replied sincerely. “You’re Henderson’s shining star. Our golden girl. And you’re gonna find everyone standing solidly in your corner as the news of your divorce breaks.” Annabelle could see the doubt in her sister’s eyes, along with lingering hurt and regret. She leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Trust me on this. All is well. You’ll see.” And then she stepped back and with a victorious grin said, “Besides, since I won’t be the one Lewis Kampmueller gets to slobber all over at midnight, I’m sure Grace appreciates you offering some competition.”

“What?” Grace shouted.

“I thought you weren’t bringing anyone from Raleigh,” said Jody.

Annabelle’s eyes shifted quickly to her dad, then she threw an arm over her mother’s shoulders to usher her inside. “Well…there seems to be a silver lining to this whole speeding ticket debacle. Apparently, for three hundred dollars, I am not only helping out the city of Henderson, but I’ve hired myself an escort as well.”

“Holy hell,” her father muttered.

Ignoring that, Annabelle stepped over the threshold saying, “Somebody pour me a cocktail and I’ll tell you all about it.”

Grace and Tess took a look at each other and burst out laughing. “Oh, this is gonna be good.”

***

Later, when all the catching up was done between the sisters and their mother, and each of them had shuffled off to take care of various errands before the party, Annabelle found her father in his library watching a football game. “Which bowl is this?” she asked, coming in and sitting down on the leather ottoman in front of him.

“The Nissan-Hair Remedy For Men.com-Fly Your Bags for Free or some such nonsense, Bowl. I swear to God. Give me the Rose or the Sugar or even the Fiesta Bowl. But all this sponsorship stuff can make a fan nutty.”

“I hear ya. Who do you have in the Orange Bowl?’

“I took West Virginia and the points.” Annabelle turned toward him in shock. “Don’t look at me like that. I may be Tar Heel born and Tar Heel bred and on and on until I’m dead,” he said, making a mockery of the Carolina fight song, “but my money has no allegiance whatsoever.”

Annabelle turned back to the TV. “I hear that,” she mumbled.

Her dad sprang forward, putting a hand on her shoulder. “What? You didn’t take Carolina either?”

She turned and gave him a withering look. “Between you and me, it’s a total fluke that they won the ACC. The Mountaineers are going to roll all over them.” She turned back to the TV. “And it’s gonna hurt.”

“I hear that.”

They watched a few uneventful plays in silence.

Annabelle finally glanced at her watch. “Do I need to ….”

“All taken care of, sugar bee.”

She turned her head and asked, “You talk to Brooks or Vance?”

“Vance. He was on his way to City Hall to wait for you. Apparently Brooks had to make an urgent run to Raleigh.” That got a smile out of Annabelle. Her father went on. “I told Vance we’d settle up tonight.” She nodded at that. Then she got up and came over to kiss her father’s cheek.

“Thanks for setting all that up for me, Daddy. You were right. I think I just might like this Officer Friendly.”

Her father grabbed her hand as she started to walk away. “His name is Duncan James, sugar bee. And it wasn’t long after I met the boy that I thought he might be perfect for my Annabelle. After all, I know just how picky you are. He’s got good manners, a firm handshake and solid eye contact. Word is he works hard, but is no stick in the mud. He lives in Raleigh so he can go home to his own damn place after a date. And although he made the poor decision to go to NC State, we won’t hold that against him because he got his law degree at Carolina.”

Annabelle laughed.

“You go have fun tonight and see what you think.” Annabelle nodded and started to walk away. “Gotta be better than swapping spit with old Lewis Kampmueller.”

“I hear that,” she heartily agreed.

Chapter Three

On the outskirts of Henderson stood a long and dreary ranch-style house that would only be called a fixer-upper by an optimist. Good thing Brooks Bennett had his share of optimism in spades, because he’d been its proud owner for six months now. Time enough for him to pull down all the wallboard and strip the thing to its studs, opening the kitchen, dining and living room areas to make one big great room. New wallboard was now up, taped, sanded and ready for paint. But all his furniture was crammed into one of the three bedrooms down the hall. The place was clean for a construction site and had a working refrigerator filled with beer––which seemed to be the only requirement for the four men who made do by sitting in three beach chairs and on top of a cooler right in the middle of Brooks’ new great room.

“No problem,” said Lewis. “Staying with your parents will be a heck of a sight better than this dump. Duncan is welcome to it.”

“I appreciate it,” Duncan said, popping open a can of beer and handing it over to Brooks before he sat back down on the cooler. “I hate to bust in on this bromance the two of you’ve got going. I know you don’t get to town much these days, Lewis, with all your app inventions and technological leaps and bounds.”

Brooks took a sip of beer and then pointed it at Lewis. “You don’t know the half of it. He’s got something so big in the works right now he’s not even telling me about it.”

“Not even telling your significant other, Lewis?” Vance Evans goaded. “That’s harsh.”

“Not as harsh as what the three of you pulled on Annabelle Devine,” Lewis said through a laugh. “Explain to me again how a bogus three hundred dollar speeding ticket managed to get Duncan a date with the Keeper of the Debutantes.”

“Yeah,” Vance said, “because if three hundred dollars was all it took to snag a date with one of the Devine sisters, you would have worked that angle long ago.”

“Damn straight,” Lewis muttered before taking a swing of beer.

They were a sight, the four of them, Duncan surmised. Him sitting here in his casual business attire and expensive shoes. Vance and Brooks still in their uniforms, stretching their long, lanky, baseball-playing frames out in the beach chairs (clearly they’d done this a time or two)––and Lewis, the one who could buy and sell each of them a dozen times over wearing only a tattered t-shirt and jeans. Didn’t anybody dress for the weather around here?

“What have the Devine sisters got against you, Lewis? I heard Annabelle say something about you this afternoon when she was all whipped-up into a frenzy.”

“Yeah, what do they have against you?” Brooks teased. He and Vance bumped beer cans and laughed.

“Oh,” Duncan apologized. “Sore subject, I see. Sorry I brought it up.”

“No,” Lewis held up his hand, nodding his head. “It’s all right. I feel the wind of change coming, my boys, and tonight is going to be the night.”

“The night for what, exactly?” Vance demanded.

“Tonight is the night I’m not only kissing Grace at midnight, I’m also going to tell her exactly how I feel.”

The deafening silence that ensued declared Lewis’ plan a bad idea.

“For ten years I’ve been the brunt of their game. And maybe I contributed to it all along,” Lewis admitted.

“You think?” Brooks joked.

“But I’m twenty-nine now. I have my own company, a respectable degree of success, and it’s time to make a stand. Those girls and I are too old for teenage games, and it’s time Miss Gracie Devine put up or shut up. I’m going to make the woman mine…or die trying.”

Unwilling to let the poor guy drown in silence again, Duncan spoke up. “Good for you, Lewis.” Which encouraged Vance and Brooks to chime in with an “Absolutely” and an “Atta-boy.”

“You know, Lewis,” said Brooks, “there
are
other women. Other than the Devine sisters, I mean. While you’re all manned-up and throwing your weight around tonight, take a look around you. You might have overlooked a pretty young thing you’ve been missing out on all these years.”

“I’ve had eyes for Grace for so long, I can’t even remember when I didn’t.”

“I hear you. But you and she don’t even live in the same state anymore. And you see each other one time a year, at this party. What kind of relationship are you expecting?”

Lewis tossed his arms out in exasperation. “I just want the girl to kiss me, Brooks. Just one time, I want her to kiss me like she means it. That’s my goal for the night. Been my goal all year now. If I manage to achieve that goal, I’ll just have to figure out the rest.”

Brooks nodded his head. “Fair enough.”

“So,” Duncan asked, in an effort to get Lewis off the hook as well as to satisfy his own curiosity, “tell me more about this Keeper of the Debutantes. Why do you call Annabelle that?”

“Oh,
we
don’t just call her that,” Vance said flinging his hand around to indicate the group.

“Everyone calls her that,” Brooks added.
 

“It’s who she is,” Lewis explained. “You see, Annabelle has a lot of interests.”

“Yeah, like ballroom dancing and etiquette classes,” Vance said as he reached into a bag of Cheetos. “Which fork goes with what course—”

“Thank you notes and penmanship—”

“Proper attire, flowers, social teas, and charity events. She takes after her old Great-Aunt Helen in that regard.”

Duncan swore he saw them all shudder at the mention of Great-Aunt Helen.

“Don’t worry,” Brooks said. “She’s actually nothing like her great-aunt. She just appreciates all the old-school ways. Back when Tess made her debut in Raleigh, Annabelle––who is five years younger––took great interest and became an expert on what and who our Henderson debs needed to know. She coached the other debutantes from Henderson right along with Tess. And the powers that be in our little town––”

“Meaning the old biddies who give a rat’s ass about that kind of stuff,” Vance threw in.

“––asked Annabelle to help out the following year. Eventually, it was Annabelle who met with the debutantes’ mothers and oversaw all the party-planning, gown-picking and whatever the hell else goes on with all that.”

“She was good at it too,” Lewis insisted. “I mean, we all clearly hated the re-establishment of cotillion classes. And since we were over the normal age of all that nonsense, they had special classes for us teens back then. But, the debutante parties went from stale to rip-roaring. It’s amazing what kind of behavior you can get away with on the dance floor as long as your manners at the dinner table are impeccable.”

“And you’re dressed appropriately,” Vance added.

“And you’ve flirted with a few of the wallflowers, along with their mothers, sisters and great-aunts,” Brooks finished.

“We all learned something when the Keeper of the Debs was created,” Lewis went on. “There is not a man in this town who doesn’t know how to tie a bow tie, or dress for a five o’clock wedding. Annabelle upgraded the status of Henderson’s social elite in the eyes of Raleigh’s blue bloods, and at the same time the town became known for their swinging parties.”

“Like the one you’ve wheedled your way into tonight.” Brooks smiled at Duncan. “The Devine-Kampmueller New Year’s Eve Ball is always kickin’ ass and taking names.”