On Davis Row

by N.R. Walker

“All it takes is for one person to care, you know? Just one person. To make all the difference. No one cared for that boy. No one.

God, this was so inappropriate. I didn’t know what it was about this guy that sang to me. Maybe it was his stunning rough looks or how he had no idea how good-looking he was. Maybe it was his bad-boy image that I was drawn to. Wouldn’t be the first time.

He wouldn’t read the forms I put in front of him. He wouldn’t fill them out or sign them in front of me. And I was also pretty sure CJ Davis couldn’t read or write. 6

CJ Davis was a puzzle I wanted to solve. I wanted to see how his pieces fit, how they interlocked, to see what bigger picture they made. And that’s where the problem was. I wanted. And wanting anything with a case I was working on was not only forbidden, but incredibly unwise and unethical.

“I’m vers. I do prefer to top, but if a guy knows what he’s doing, then I’ll ride cock for days.”

And every response that had been missing with Gallan bombarded me. My blood ran hot, my nerves zinged with desire, and butterflies exploded in my belly. He was right there, almost touching me. My breath caught and I licked my bottom lip. “Noah,” he said, his voice low and laden with warning. I fisted his shirt and pushed him against the wall. “CJ.” 8

And I kinda realised that if nothing changes, nothing changes. Know what I mean? Like if I want things to be different, I need to make ’em different.”

It was just a hug, but it wasn’t. It was so much more. It was human touch. It was kindness and understanding. It was reassuring and soul-mending.

He was everything I never knew I needed. He was everything I wanted, longed for, dreamed of, and never thought I could have. Maybe it’s something more than that. There was no maybe about it. There was no doubt in my mind. I was in love with him.

So, will you make us into a real family? Will you marry me?” I stared at him. He blinked rapidly and looked down at the floor. “Or adopt me. Either works.”