Jimmy: Red, Hot, & Blue, Book 3 Read Free Page A

some good progress with the hot redhead when Matt’s voice came across the comm unit. “Code Orange.”
    The commander’s gaze immediately landed on Jimmy. He was the only man there not burdened by a serving tray, except for Jack, who couldn’t leave the bar. Jimmy nodded to the commander. The hot chick would have to wait. He had a job to do and he couldn’t do it in the middle of a cocktail party where he was supposed to be nothing more than a waiter.
    He slipped into the hallway where he could respond to Matt unobserved. “What’s the Code Orange, Matt?”
    “I ran the guest list through the computer and got a hit. One of the names matches an alias used by a terrorist on our watch list.”
    It looked like the shit might be about to hit the fan. Jimmy felt his adrenaline begin to pump at the thought of some action. “Give me the name. I’ll find him.”
    Matt did as requested and Jimmy headed immediately to the entrance where the guests were being cleared through security. The guard there pointed Jimmy in the direction of the guy who’d checked into the party under that name.
    Jimmy nearly laughed when he saw him. He ducked around a corner to talk to Matt. “Uh, Matt. Unless your terrorist is a little old gray-haired man of about eighty who uses a walker, the name is just a coincidence.”
    Matt’s laugh came through the earpiece. “Roger that.”
    “Anyone else?”
    “Negative. The rest of the list looks good.”
    After reporting his findings, Jimmy went back inside to resume his post, but he knew the magical moment with Red had been broken. That thought had him scowling as he made his way down the hallway toward the ballroom, until he smacked right into the redhead of his dreams coming out of the ladies’ room.
    Reflex had him reaching out with both hands to steady the incredibly sexy woman as she teetered on her high heels. “Sorry, darlin’.”
    Her brows shot up to her hairline and an amused smirk appeared. He realized he probably shouldn’t be calling the guests darlin’ , but what could he do? He’d been calling females not related to him that since puberty. It just slipped out.
    Red didn’t seem too upset about it though. As Jimmy reluctantly released his hold on her, she raised her hands and ran them up and down his lapels. “You’re forgiven. What’s your name?”
    He breathed deeply the rich scent of her. Expensive-smelling perfume with an undertone of lamb.
    “James.” Entranced by her clear blue gaze, he somehow managed to supply his given name for her. Though even his mother didn’t call him James unless she was mad, it seemed to fit better in this situation than Jimmy so he went with it.
    The vision of sex on heels before him reached into her envelope-sized purse—was everything rich people owned and ate tiny?—and took out a pen and scrap of paper. On it she scribbled something and then handed it to him. “Nice to meet you, James.”
    The pleasure was all his, especially when she winked and sashayed away and he got to drool over the rear view.
    When she’d turned the corner—without looking back, he noted—Jimmy finally had the presence of mind to look down at what she’d written on the paper she’d given him. Seven digits and a name. Lia . She’d given him her phone number and he hadn’t even asked. That was one hell of a woman. One he definitely would be happy to get to know better.
    Jimmy suppressed the whoop of excitement threatening to bubble out of him, but since he was alone in the hall he figured he could ask the question uppermost in his mind out loud. “Hey, Matt. When is this gig scheduled to be over?”
    Whenever it was, it wouldn’t be soon enough for him.
     
    A few hours later, Jimmy walked out of the back door alongside Jack and Trey. In what would have looked like a coordinated effort to an outside observer, all three tugged at their collars simultaneously as they struggled to rip off their bow ties. Jimmy couldn’t get his off fast enough for his