Jimmy swings his head to look at me, a dimple under his scruffy beard appearing a little bit as our eyes meet. Bearded jaw. Roguish smile. Golden tan. White teeth. Eyes so bright and blue it’s sort of a shock when they land on me. He might be hot, but he is not my type at all. I’m me, and he’s … so raw; he’s the most primitive man I’ve ever seen. I shift in my stool and turn back to take a quick sip of my drink, bracing myself for another look. I steal it. My stomach clutches because, oh god, he’s blatantly staring at me. He raises an eyebrow, and I stiffen in my seat and turn back to my drink, listening to a soft male laugh behind me. “Jimmy!” I hear someone call. I turn, and Jimmy is now looking at another guy who’s kicking his chair back. Jimmy raises one eyebrow. For some reason, the deep bass of his voice causes the hairs on my arms to rise at attention. “I told you I’d find you.” Jimmy speaks threateningly to the other man. “Here I am,” the other says. They start to face off, winding around the…