Ricky was thinking pretty much the same thing. How did I talk myself into this? And with him of all people. As far as I can tell he’s always hated my guts, or at least doesn’t like me much.
He remained silent during the short walk to the restaurant, not certain what to talk about. Something that was, for him, very unusual. It wasn’t until they were finally seated and had ordered coffee that Ricky actually said anything more than, “After you,” as he held the door open. Leaning back, he eyed Jace. “Look, I know you don’t like me so why did you suggest this?”
Jace shrugged. “I’m hungry?” Then he chuckled dryly. “I figured it could be entertaining.”
“How so?”
“Watching you try to come up with something to talk about that didn’t involve bragging about what a great actor you are and how you’
