CHAPTER 22
Ricky was convinced. It was like a nightmare come true.
“You’re Carly?” He could barely squeak the question out. How could a terrible mix-up like this have happened?
She stared at him angrily. “What are you talking about?”
“Carly,” he repeated. “With the tan sweater. I mean teal one.”
She crossed her arms. “Have you been drinking?”
“No, it’s just that … So you’re saying you’re not Carly?”
“Do I look like a Carly to you?”
“Maybe not, but I was going to meet someone here, and …”
“Ricky?” He turned around at the sound of his name.
“Sorry,” he started to explain. “I’m waiting for someone and …” He stopped and squinted at her. Yup, that was definitely a turtleneck sweater.
But was it teal?
“Are you Ricky?” she asked again. He could hear the nervousness in her voice.
“Yea
