Chapter Sixteen
Jamie was lucky, he’d originally been assigned to work the front door, taking the ladies’ shawls and gentlemen’s hats, but he’d managed to switch with another fellow who’d been hired just for this party.
The man had laughed when Jamie asked to switch. “Why’d you want to be in that ’ot, stuffy ballroom? Oi’d much rather be by the door,” he’d said when James asked.
“I need to keep my eye on a couple of someones,” James had replied.
“Oh, yeah?” the man asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Yeah,” Jamie said, without elaborating. He slapped the guy on the back. “I appreciate it.”
“So, is it a fella or a girl yer keepin’ yer peepers on?”
“Both. Just need to make sure a fellow keeps his hands where they belong, and a girl doesn’t get stupid and disappear into the garden with him.”
