“I hate these evening labs,” Charlie said as he hoisted his backpack onto his shoulder and headed for the door.
“Me, too,” Ted added. “What time will you be back?”
“The usual. Probably around ten. Why? You got a hot lay coming around?”
Ted laughed. “Don’t I wish! I was just asking. No reason.”
“Okay. See you when I see you,” Charlie said and went out the door.
There actually was a reason Ted wanted to know when Charlie would be getting back. He got up from his desk, got his backpack from the closet, and took out a Gucci black leather men’s shoulder bag. He dumped the contents on the bed and stood looking at the pile.
“This is your survival kit,” Trace had said jokingly when he’d taken Ted back to his office after the photo shoot, stopping at a lab on the way for Ted to be tested for
