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."

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

shoulder, recognizing the telltale signs of

man out

you actually seem to

to Tyler, and he waved him off, "I'm off to dinner with sinvestors. Guess

you're not pushing away the lady in your arms, why

and as Tyler stepped forward to get a better look at the woman,

her, be my

of hassles lately,"

his arm still around Zoey. Checking his phone, he noted the driver should arrive

hand still rested on his lower back,

throat burning like fire,

voice of

for

unable

“So thirsty, want water.”

averted his face, pretending he hadn't

were srecognizing Fitch and greeting

information.

Zoey behind a column for

was wearing thin, and he was tempted to leave her there, but then he remembered the incident at

family's place.

up. Unable to

leaving a

seemed to hold a thousand words, yet she settled for

fingers stroked the spot gently as he asked, "Does it

question, he quickly pushed her away.

the impact.