Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Fitch's fingers paused on the screen, and a vivid memory flashed through his mind - the day he had found Ozzy, the scrappy little

pup hiding and trembling, trying to escape attention.

The thought of Ozzy softened his expression. Initially, his arm had hung limp at his side with no intention of offering support, but

now it instinctively wrapped around her waist, holding her close in a protective embrace.

His other hand was scrolling through his contacts. He was at a friend's low-key gathering and hadn't brought his driver. Now, he

needed to call him to get Zoey home.

Just as he called a number, a group not far approached, led by Tyler, who was laughing with someone beside him, a cigarette

dangling from his fingers. Whatever joke had been told, it had Tyler's eyes crinkling with mirth, the mole on his nose more

pronounced in his amusement.

Instinctively, Fitch enveloped Zoey in his trench coat just as the call connected.

"Head over to the Sunset Hotel to pick someone up."

No sooner had he spoken than he heard Tyler's voice.

"Fitch?"

Tyler's eyes narrowed as he saw the woman in Fitch's arms, "Who is this?"

If Tyler found out it was Zoey, he'd never hear the end of it.

"A date from a matchmaking setup."

busy playing cupid for him, listing a few ladies of his age and social

telltale signs of a date gone sideways, looking

out

but you actually seem to tolerate

out to Tyler, and he waved him off, "I'm off

pushing away the lady in your

to get a better look at

her, be my

lately,"

was relaxed slightly with his arm still around Zoey. Checking his phone, he noted the driver should

his lower back, sending a

burning like fire, "Really need

murmur but only a voice of reply came, “Put

look for water at

looked up, totally tipsy, unable to

“So thirsty, want water.”

his face, pretending

and occasionally there were srecognizing Fitch and greeting him,

information.

pulled Zoey behind a column for sprivacy, making her

wearing thin, and he was tempted to leave her there, but

family's place.

eyes met just as she looked up. Unable to resist, his fingertips brushed

day, leaving a

to hold a thousand words, yet she settled for

stroked the spot gently as

by his question, he quickly pushed her away. Zoey stumbled backward against the column, her head

the impact.