Boy did Merianne hit the nail on the head about Ricky. Charlie bent and stretched his scarred arm reflexively. If I’m agreeing with her…Yeah, maybe it is time to break things off. I’d be better off if I did, but can I?
“If I want to stop being his doormat, I have to,” he murmured.
But he knew he wouldn’t. Not yet anyway. Ricky might be exactly as Merianne had described him, an egotistical man who loved being the object of everyone’s attention and desire. But sometimes, rarely but sometimes, he can be sweet and sensitive.
Charlie remembered a time, not too many weeks ago, when Ricky had shown up at his apartment with a pizza and a couple of beers. They’d actually sat and talked while they ate the impromptu supper. Mostly about him and his trying to get a grip on the newest character he w
