Part 68

"It wasn't too bad," Zander told Alexis, at home, that evening. "In a pinch I could call it a non-argument."

"And you prevailed on your point."

"I'll still be amazed if she actually calls Dr. Baldwin."

"Let's see what happens. Did you like playing tennis?"

He looked surprised. "Naturally."

"Both your parents mentioned sports - like you're good at it."

"I was, I guess."

"Well, I think you need to get back into that. Things you are good at, that you have fun at, lower your stress."

"What are you doing for that?"

"I'm always planning on doing something. I never get around to it. Running is the only thing I've been doing lately."

"I'll play you in tennis. Oh, and you ought to go to the race track. The Port Charles 100 is this weekend, didn't you know that?

"Is that sort of like the Indy 500?"

"It's one fifth of that."

Alexis laughed. "So it must not take as long."

"Oh, no. And the people who drive in it aren't exactly the same people who drive in the Indy 500."

"Not famous, eh?"

"No. Even Quinn is trying to qualify for it."

"You don't say!"

"Really!"

"I've got to see that."

"I'll take you to it. But what about tomorrow? What have you got tomorrow?"

"One deposition."

"Do you have that case's file in this briefcase?"

"Yes, I do."

"Very good."

"Your brilliant idea is helping my focus."

"Don't stay up too late."

"I won't, but you get some rest, too. Good night."

"Good night," he laughed and kissed the top of her head.