Some forty minutes later Duncan burst into Nathan’s en suite bedroom. It was a man’s bedroom, a mixture of dark-brown mahogany furniture and black and white flooring and curtains. Nathan raised his eyes from the book he had in his hands. He was lying diagonally on the immaculately laid sheer white cotton bed.
“You did take your time, didn’t you.” He commented dryly meticulously placing a page marker on the page he’d been reading for the last twenty minutes.
Duncan stared at him stupefied. “What is the emergency?” He asked. Nathan had called him a little over an hour and half ago about some emergency. And demanded he practically leave everything and rush down. He’d excused himself from the meeting at the office on the grounds of a family emergency and rushed through traffic to get to the house.
“Nice suit. You look great in it.” Nathan remarked appraising his three piece black suit. He got up from the bed, bending to straighten out the slight rumple.
“I just left a very important meeting to get here.” Duncan threw up his hands in exasperation. It had actually been a very boring meeting. “Drove through traffic like a mad man and all you can say is nice suit?”
“I did also say you look great in it.” He pointed out unruffled. He got out a can of Kaliber. “Want one?” He gestured with the can. And merely shrugged when Duncan swore and flung his Hugo Boss jacket on the bed.
“I have to say as man with great respect for clothing generally and a particular respect for Hugo… you got to be careful with that.” He clicked open the can and took a sip.
“Nathan! What is the emergency?”
Nathan smiled leisurely, pointed to the black leather sofa. “Relax. Have a chilled drink. The heat is maddening, right?”
Duncan stared at him, mouth agape for a full moment. Then he shook his head, resigned. “Toss me a can, damn it.”
Taking out another can, he sauntered over and passed it to him.
He accepted the drink and deciding that sitting and enjoying the drink was not a bad idea, he walked over to the sofa. “The emergency, Nate?”
“How about a late lunch?”
“What about it?”
“I’d like to take you… well, and Toinette too, out on a late lunch or an early dinner.”
“You’d like to take me out to a … an early dinner?” Duncan stared at Nathan like he’s lost his mind.
“And Toinette too.” He added complacently.
“You… dragged me out of the office on some fool emergency pretence so you can take me… and your daughter… out to lunch?”
Nathan inclined his head, totally unruffled. “I want to visit Chop N’ Munch.”
“Jesus!” This is unbelievable. “Nathan, I want to visit the Caribbean and lie butt naked at the beach with a mermaid-looking bombshell fulfilling all my baser dreams.” He glared at him. “But you know what the bummer is? We don’t always get what we want.”
“You owe me.”
Duncan wondered if strangling your best friend who was slowly driving you out of your mind will be regarded as murder or man slaughter. “What the heck are you talking about?”
“Another?” Nathan asked gesturing to the empty can in his hand. He strolled to the refrigerator without waiting for a response and took out another, this time he tossed it.
Duncan neatly caught it. He corked it, took a long pull and stared brows arched at Nathan.
“I got three good big ones that you owe me.” Nathan stated with a wink.
Duncan took a deep, he needed patience. “Nathaniel…” he said the name slowly, “I know you are going out of your already demented mind over Miss sexy long legs… I don’t blame you. A girl like that can drive a sane man to insanity, let alone an already frenzied mind. So much as I’d like to help you… go make googly eyes at her, I …”
“Seventeen.” Nathan announced.
“Seventeen?” Duncan repeated certain now that his friend has gone right over the bend. “Interesting number. What to tell me what that means?”
“That’s how old we were when you had me jump over the fence into a yard with at least four vicious and mean-looking dogs, to give a letter to your newly-found love interest… Misan.” Duncan’s mouth dropped open. “They were Rottweilers.” Nathan added with a nod.
“Christ Almighty! That was eons ago.”
Nathan made a slight movement with his shoulders. “Nina. Tittering touchy extra teeth Nina.”
Duncan stifled a laugh at that. He remembered extra teeth Nina. Nathan had nicknamed her because she seemed to smile a lot and had way too much teeth. That had been almost seven years ago.
“You had begged me to endure that traumatic relationship for a little more than six weeks just so you can get close to her shy but nicer looking and flatmate.” Nathan continued settling comfortably into the single sofa beside Duncan. “And dear Nina was not just all teeth, she was all hands too. And damn, she never kept those hands to herself.”
Duncan grinned. “That’s because you are such a great-looking man.”
“Ha, the bane of my life.” He sighed with a shake of the head. “That of course cannot compare to the sheer fiasco of the Jane/Jean twin folly.” He squinted his eyes. “It had been a real difficulty telling them apart, right? I mean one minute you were …”
“Fine you win.” Duncan growled. “You want to go lunch at Chop N’ Munch and make a play for Miss long legs, no qualms. Just never mention Jane and Jean in the same sentence to me again.” He shuddered.
Nathan grinned. “Since you are so amenable…” He shrugged rising to his feet.
“So what’s your MO?” Duncan wanted to know
“Nothing heavy. Just three hungry people having a meal at a restaurant, joined by two beautiful ladies.”
“Two… Kike is joining us?”
Nathan noted the spark of interest, interesting. “Yeah, matter-of-fact she’s expecting us. Loose the tie and let the shirt out of your pants.” He ordered making for the door. “This is a casual lunch not a business date.”
Duncan took of the silk tie, tossed it on the bed and followed him. “You want to tell me how you came to remember Misan’s name? Christ, it’s been almost two decades.”