Guy Addison, a confirmed bachelor, believes in the old adage, “why buy a cow when you can get the milk for free.” Badly singed twice by cupid’s arrow, he’s learned his lesson. A well-respected college professor who teaches Marine Biology, he works hard on save-the-ocean projects. He just purchased his first home in Naples, Florida, an older house, that faces the blue-green waters of the Gulf. He plans to make major structural changes and decides to hire an interior designer to bring his vision to life.
Heather Llewelyn is a successful interior designer in Naples, Florida. Having been badly “taken” by a former business partner, she’s stayed clear of relationships. Her motto is: “Why buy a bull when you can enjoy a variety of beefcake.”
When she overhears her friend’s brother’s sexist declaration, “Why buy a cow when you can get the milk for free,” she decides Professor Addison needs to be taught a lesson.
Little do these two strong-minded individuals realize they’re very much alike.
“It’s with a great deal of pleasure that I have the honor of presenting the Last Man Standing plaque to Guy Addison!”
“Hear, hear!” Guy’s college fraternity buddies chorused.
Speech? No one said I had to give a speech. He stared down at the brass plaque inscribed with the words Last Man Standing. “I don’t know whether to look at this as an award or a curse. Cupid exacted revenge on all of you, thinking you could get the best of the God of Love.”
“Tell us how you’ve been able to avoid the ball and chain.”
He’d never been blessed with a second sight, but he sensed the plaque was a bad omen. “I’m no expert on women, but a very popular American journalist once wrote, ‘Why buy a cow when you can get the milk for free?’”
“What a chauvinistic pig! Get his milk for free!”
Heather Llewelyn couldn’t believe what she’d just overheard coming from the other end of the deck. The Bay House was one of her favorite places to eat, but this pig-headed jerk had made her feel sick to her stomach.
Heather reached for a roll and applied the butter with a little too much force, making it crumble in her hand. “Who does he think he is?”
“My brother is quite opinionated when it comes to females, having his heart broken by the same woman, twice.” Her friend Jonelle smirked. “He’ll probably hang the plaque on the wall of his office, right next to the awards he’s received for his volunteer work in saving the humpback whales. You’re the perfect female to make him eat his words.”
“I’ll do it! Just call me Farmer Heather, but inflation is about to hit—the cost of my milk just went up.