The next time I met up with Luke, we headed to the pool. Since his shooting schedule was coming up for his next film, we needed to hit the water and get Luke swimming. The sun reflected off the pool, causing me to squint as I looked up at Luke. Before he could take off his shirt and distract me with his burly body, I asked him about the pictures Katie uncovered.
“What were those pictures about anyway?” I asked. Luke laughed, able to find the humor in the situation.
“It was stupid,” he said. “Sometimes, you know, Katie and Lyle, they both get their panties in a bunch over my image.”
“So?” I glanced at him, still looking for an answer.
“It was a picture of me working out, but my underwear was all bunched up, coming out of my gym shorts.”
I was still looking for the full answer. That couldn’t be it. Underwear hanging out of gym shorts, who cared?
“Well,” he continued. “I’m a bachelor, so…”
“Yeah, but a very rich one.”