Sadly, this wasn’t the worst lunch outing I’d had with a guy, so I wasn’t complaining. He was nervous for Ricki, wasn’t used to having to break up the dream-team thing they had going on. It was really quite adorable. I had a strong sense that if Ricki weren’t in the picture, Ronen would lose all momentum and simply drop the cause. They needed one another. “He’s okay,” I told Ronen for the umpteenth time. “He texted me an hour ago.” “I know.” “Then, quit acting like a chick who’s scared her man is cheating on her, and eat lunch with me.” “You like him, right?” Ronen’s dark eyes glanced into mine, and I nodded. “I do. A lot. Why?” “Because he likes you. A lot.” “I’m aware of that.” “Are you aware of just what it means though?” “Probably not.” “Ricki doesn’t date.” “Again. Aware.” “Ever. In all the years I’ve known him, he’s never once gone on a date. He’s never picked up a chick at a bar for a one-nighter, that I know of.
