CHAPTER 24
“Here you go, hon.”
Ricky thanked the middle-aged waitress.
“Can I get you anything else?” she asked.
“Maybe one more basket of breadsticks?” he asked hopefully.
“No problem. And I talked to the manager. He said that since the young woman was gone by the time the food came out, we’ll just charge you for one dinner instead of two.”
Ricky grinned as best as he could with his mouth full of buttery garlic breadstick. As uncertain as he’d been a little earlier, he’d definitely made the right decision about staying for dinner after Carly stormed out.
The waitress left, and Ricky noted with a sense of pride that he hadn’t spilled any of his soup or salad on the tablecloth or on himself.
“Yeah, well, when I take some gal out for a nice meal, it’s only reasonable to expect a litt
