“You grew up here, right?” he asked.
“Born and bred. Hell’s Kitchen. It lives up to its reputation. I wouldn’t live anywhere else.”
“I’m more of an East Side guy.”
Jimmy paused, smiled. “Yeah, I know.”
“That a bad thing?”
“No. Because I can tell you have a bit of West Side edge roiling inside you. Like tonight.”
Just then Jimmy felt Brenden’s hand connect with his. There was a tight squeeze before he released it. Jimmy felt his heart race. Was this about to happen? Was he ready for this? It felt odd, being with another man. Anticipating the how and the what and the when. Thankfully, it wasn’t a long walk from Gaslight, and soon they were approaching the building which housed Paddy’s Pub on the ground floor. The red lights flickered. Jimmy stopped.
“My uncle’s pub. If you want anothe
