Chapter 23

He pressed the intercom on his desk.

“Mr. Sterling?” Agnes asked.

“Agnes, I’m going home. You can too. Have a good weekend.”

“Thank you, sir. You too.”

Of course, when he’d sent Thomas home, it had been to his place. In fact, they’d never really discussed it; it was just natural that was where Thomas was going. He kept most of his clothes at Clark’s now. Hell, truthfully Clark was just getting ready to flat-out ask Thomas to live with him. It was stupid to pretend otherwise at this point.

Even this early, before rush hour, the traffic in the city on his way to his apartment was a bitch, and he was getting impatient. He was pretty sure Thomas would have checked the results himself because he knew how to get on Clark’s computer at home. Not to mention Thomas’s friends would no doubt have called him. Still, he was anxious to see his lover and start celebrating.