CHAPTER 23
Ricky thought that once he and Carly were seated at their own table, he’d feel slightly less nervous.
He was wrong.
Fortunately, when he spilled his glass of ice water, both he and his new date managed to stay dry. That was a step in the right direction at least.
And when he banged his knee against the table, Carly reached over and rubbed it, asking gently if he’d gotten hurt.
Another positive sign.
He even managed to get through the part where you order your food off the menu without getting too tongue-tied. Maybe he was more cut out for this dating stuff than he’d given himself credit for.
Carly scooted a little closer to him on the bench they shared. “So tell me,” she said, “how many of these dates has your mom set you up on?”
“Oh, this is my first,” he answered befor
