"It's okay, man," Baxter murmured in that voice too smooth and deep for such a small frame. He glanced over his shoulder at Vic and grinned.
"What are you talking about?" Vic leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms, ready for one of those friendly bickering sessions; a tradition since their school days.
"You never check on me until closing time, unless you're dragging your sorry butt down Memory Lane again."
"You need a new life, you know that?"
"No, thanks. Life number four suits me just fine." He chuckled when Baxter groaned and slumped in his ultra-deluxe leather desk chair to glare at the ceiling.
"Rene looks especially fine today. Stop playing the Cowardly Lion and ask her out."
"It's Wednesday. She has choir practice."
"So? Do I have to do everything for you? Come on, you two are perfect for each other. When are you going to stop giving each other those 'some enchanted evening' looks and get together?"
"Some enchanted evening? Somebody's overdosing on Broadway again." Vic straightened up and got off the doorframe. "I'll have you know someone said they smelled something burning. I was just checking to see you hadn't burned out half the circuits in here again."
"Uh huh. And you weren't drooling over Rene in that jade workout suit she bought last week." He waggled his pencil-thin eyebrows and turned back to his computer.
"Rene's too classy to drool over her." He tried to ignore the twinge inside that admitted Baxter was right. Would he have to wait another four years to get beyond the "best pals" stage? "I don't want to scare her."