The Harbour...Chapter 58: Need to Know
“Where do you find them?” Kyle asked, his mouth forcing itself into a smile as he pulled his fingers through his hair.
“Eva?” Max asked, gesturing over his shoulder toward the door.
Kyle nodded.
“Cassie hires the staff.”
Kyle, actually forgot about his own troubles and allowed himself to be interested in someone else’s life for a few minutes.
“She hires hot women to work in the house?”
“I think she likes to test me,” Max said with a chuckle.
“Are you passing the test these days?” Kyle asked, with the slightest smile.
“I’m a musician, Kyle. They’re women crawling all over the place. After 20 years it takes a lot more than a pretty face and nice legs to rock my world.”
Max called himself a musician. He was in fact, one of the most successful rock performers in the industry. He had also reportedly bedded hundreds of women over the years.
Kyle and Max had been friends since high school.
They had shared a house together in university and after graduation, the pair had moved into a renovated factory building in downtown Simmiewood. Kyle abandoned a graphic art career to take up modelling while Max made waves in the music industry.
So many women had passed through their lives during those years, Kyle could barely remember who had hooked up with who.
“Eva likes you,” Max said, raising his eyebrows knowingly.
He pulled another smile from Kyle.
Max grinned mischievously.
“She was checking out your goods as you walked away.”
Kyle laughed reluctantly. Then suddenly his face grew serious again.
“Listen, Fletch.”
Fletch was an old nickname from high school.
Rumored to have been ‘dating’ both his very attractive archery teacher and her daughter, the guys had started calling Max ‘Fletch,’ after the feathered vanes on an archery arrow.
There were still a few people around him who called him that, though not many remembered how he had gotten the name.
Kyle leaned forward, resting his arms on his thighs.
“Do you know why Carolyn married me?”
“Because you’re a good lay?” Max responded laughing.
Kyle made a face.
“I dunno, man. Why?” Max asked.
“I'm not sure if I know anymore. I’m asking if you know why.”
“She loved you, I guess. As hard to believe as that it,” Max said, still grinning.
“I’m serious. I mean, has Cassie ever said anything? About why Carolyn agreed to marry me?”
Max looked confused.
“No.”
“Would you have told me if she did?” Kyle asked, looking straight into his friend’s eyes.
“No. Not if she asked me not to.”
