Chapter 46

This

is the time for change,

Bryan thought. He felt buoyed by excitement and—more probably—too much alcohol.

He rarely drank, let alone nearly two bottles. All he ever allowed himself was

a glass with dinner and the occasional fine brandy, late at night. Basically,

his life was measured by routine and care, not rash invitations to young men to

share his personal space, not too much drink or food, not weird dancing in his

own flat, not…he tentatively examined the nagging feeling in his gut. Not

this awful, awesome need. Yet he’d done all that today.

After

that first meeting, he’d looked out for Phiz as well, though he wasn’t quite

ready to admit it aloud yet. But he’d only had the chance to make a couple of

visits to the area around With A Kickand, apart from the fact he should

have been concentrating on work, how the hell would he spot a single man in

amongst the throngs of people passing through? But he’d hoped…well, he realised