He dragged his focus back into the production office and away from the thought of trying to get half a liter of warm, green, sparkly vodka down the throats of seven semiconscious people. Next thing to impossible even with Henry’s help. “What was I thinking about?”

Amy snorted. “Duh. Are you dehydrated or something because . . .” She spun her chair around and glared at Veronica, seated at the office’s third desk, receiver under her ear and an expression of near panic on her pale face. “Are you going to get that?”

The office PA’s eyes widened and “near panic” inched closer to losing the word “near.” “I’m already talking to three people, well one person and two on hold, and Barbara wanted me to go through last week’s files to find an invoice from Everett and Ruth wants the phone bills entered and filed and . . .”

“Never mind.” She turned back to her desk, mouthed wuss at Tony, and picked up the phone. “CB Productions . . .”

Allowing the familiar sound to wash over him, Tony turned away from the desk just as Zev emerged from post. Zev! Zev hadn’t been on the soundstage in days. There was no way he could be a minion. Although he was clearly a little confused by the way Tony was smiling at him considering how things had been left between them earlier.

Time to fix that. Tony needed to be with someone he knew wasn’t possessed and work a little of the twitchy out. Get himself grounded so he could plan. Fill at least some of the time between now and 11:15. Amy would be likely to ask him about his “script” and besides it was Friday night. She probably had a date. Arra—well, he’d had a bellyful of her for one day and he still had to approach her about the potion. Given the cooperation he’d got from her this afternoon, he was definitely going to need Henry for that and Henry wouldn’t be awake for another three hours. But Zev! Zev was . . . starting to look just a little nervous.

Ratcheting down the smile, Tony crossed to where the music director was standing. Hang on. Maybe he has a date, it being Friday night and all. A little late to worry about that now. “Hey. Sorry I was such an ass yesterday. Can I make it up to you?”

“By not being an ass?”

“Well, yeah. That, too, but I was thinking maybe we could go out for coffee or a beer or you know, something.”

Zev’s brows rose—arched innuendo.

“No, not that kind of something. I mean, I just thought . . .” He sputtered to a halt and was relieved to see Zev smile.

“Coffee or a beer would be fine. When?”

“Now. Well, as soon as I finish up which should be no more than half an hour. With Lee gone, we’re stopping early.”