Chapter 15

“Yeah, he did,” Ted said.

“Well, it looks like that might solve your problem,” Charlie said, sounding more hopeful than Ted felt.

* * * *

Jesus! Every guy that works for Trace is like a Greek god, Ted thought.

“I have an appointment with Mr. Morrison,” Ted said to the handsome, muscular receptionist as Ted stood in the lobby of the office building to which Trace had directed him following his call to tell Trace that he’d reconsidered.

“My name is—”

“Ted Davis,” the young man behind the counter finished Ted’s sentence in a deep, sexy voice, accompanied by a killer smile. “Trace will be with you shortly. If you would, just have a seat. Can I get you something, coffee, a Coke?”

“Uh, no thanks,” Ted said, returning the man’s warm smile but thinkingthere were a couple of things the man could offer that Ted wouldn’t mind taking him up on. Ted noted that his tentative acceptance of his sexual orientation was beginning to assert itself.