the only child of two very industrious entrepreneurs who started businesses during the early dot-com years, Trent Johnson is a lucky man. He owns his own apartment, his own business, and is surrounded by very loyal and trustworthy employees. When his parents move to Mumbai, India, to expand their businesses, Trent feels more alone than he ever has. Dating is fun, but Trent is no longer a man in his twenties. He wouldn’t mind settling down with that special someone. Where he will find that special someone remains a mystery to Trent, until one very special and unexpected ’s father had loved games and had taken that love into the evolving computer age when Trent was a young boy, and now Trent’s father was owner of the San Francisco based TJ Enterprises, with companies worldwide. Trent stared out the window as he thought of his parents. TJ stood for Thomas Johnson, which was his father’s name, but his dad had thought TJ sounded younger and would attract younger talent to his businesses. “TJ sounds much more marketable, don’t you think, son?” he had asked Trent. Thomas Johnson was always thinking ahead. That was for sure. Trent’s mother, Jane, was a fashion designer, who had the curiosity and ingenuity that equaled her husband’s, and together the two of them had created an interactive way to design that was slowly revolutionizing the entire fashion industry. ****Trent opened the door to the office and found Troy sitting there, looking frantic. “Hey, there’s my good friend. What’s the problem?” “Trent, this is awful. There is some kind of glitch in this one program and I cannot figure out what the problem is.” “Well, let’s take it from the start, Troy. We’ll figure it out.” “I’ve got to get out for awhile, Trent.” “Okay, no problem. Go get yourself some lunch. How long you been here, anyway?” “Since very early,” he said. ****Trent walked into his apartment to the sound of the telephone ringing. He hurried to answer it, thinking that everyone he knew would call him on his cell phone. “Hello,” he said, in a hurried tone. “Is this Mr. Johnson?” a very young girl’s voice asked. “Yes, this is Trent Johnson,” he said slowly. “Um, my daddy is sick, and he said to call you,” the sweet voice said. Trent thought that the girl must have dialed his number by mistake. “Are you sure you have the right Mr. Johnson?” “Um, I think so. Can you help my daddy?” Wanting to do whatever he could for such a sweet sounding girl, Trent replied, “I will certainly try. What is your daddy’s name?” “Troy Landis,” she said. Trent almost dropped the phone. He had known Troy for awhile now and he had never mentioned a daughter. Trent knew he had to say something, anything. He could hear the little girl breathing on the other end. “Yes, honey, I can help your daddy. Is he there with you, at home?” “Uh, huh,” she said. “What is your name, sweetheart?” “Victoria,” she said, with all the sweetness of a young girl. “I’ll be right there. Tell your daddy I’m on my way.” “Okay,” she said, and hung up the phone. ****As they left the bedroom, Trent turned around as they were leaving and smiled at Troy. Troy looked at Trent, and although neither spoke a word, each was wondering if there was something in the look they had just shared. I’m probably imagining things, Trent thought. Troy was thinking the same thing as he watched his little girl leave with the man he admired more than Trent knew.
B.K. Wright lives in Wichita, Kansas, with a significant other of many years. Wright began writing short stories of gay romance years ago, Montana, Mine, being the first novel.
Wright shares the belief of Oscar Wilde that male love is the noblest form of affection, and hopes that through these novels the message that gay men can find a significant other with whom to share their lives will be conveyed.
A too sweet story combined with really bad editing made this book pretty much unreadable. The only thing that made me finish it is the fact that I'm a sucker for gay-with-children stories.