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."

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

clapped a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, recognizing the telltale signs of a date gone sideways, looking to make

man out of

actually seem to tolerate her -

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

Since you're not pushing away the lady in

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

her,

fill of hassles lately," Tyler chuckled, stepping

Checking his phone, he

still rested on his lower back, sending a wave of heat through

getting to Zoey, her throat burning like fire,

only a voice of

look for

tipsy, unable to figure

“So thirsty, want water.”

averted his face, pretending he

by, and occasionally there were srecognizing Fitch and greeting him, others boldly asking for his

information.

pulled Zoey behind a column

tempted to leave

family's place.

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

that day, leaving

to hold a thousand words,

stroked the spot gently as he asked,

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

the impact.