Victor
Victor smirked as he wrote those last two sentences.
Bryan snorted behind him. “You knew I was standing here, didn’t you?” Bryan gently thumped his shoulder.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist.” Victor looked up with a sheepish grin.
“Because really…a cement mixer? Isn’t it like nine at night in the story? And close to Christmas? Maybe it’s not impossible, but still…”
“I wrote it only because I knew you were reading over my shoulder.”
“Don’t make me sic Amelia on you.”
Victor laughed but executed a phony pearl-clutch maneuver. “Never that!” He could always sic Felix on Amelia in retaliation next time she visited, but then again, Bryan’s sister would probably think that was fun.
Amelia was Bryan’s only rival for the distinction of being named Victor’s biggest fan. She gushed over the Ga
