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."

family had indeed been busy playing cupid for him, listing a few ladies of his age and social

a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, recognizing the telltale signs of a date

out of

to tolerate her - that's rare,

off, "I'm off to dinner with sinvestors. Guess things with Wendy didn't pan

not pushing away the lady in your arms,

forward to get a better look at the woman, Fitch interjected, "Not

her,

lately," Tyler chuckled, stepping

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

rested on his lower back, sending a wave of heat

Zoey, her throat burning like fire, "Really

a voice of reply

look for

up, totally tipsy, unable to figure

“So thirsty, want water.”

averted his face, pretending he hadn't

srecognizing Fitch and greeting him, others boldly asking for his

information.

increasingly irritable, he pulled Zoey behind a column for sprivacy,

tempted to leave her there, but

family's place.

down at her, their eyes met just as she looked up.

leaving a red

a thousand words, yet she settled for a

fingers stroked the spot gently as he asked, "Does

away. Zoey stumbled backward against

the impact.