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 age

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

man out of

but you actually seem to

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

in your arms, why

to get a better look at the woman, Fitch interjected,

into her, be my

I've had my fill of hassles lately," Tyler chuckled, stepping back and

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

lower back, sending a

throat burning

murmur but only a voice of reply

for water at

looked up, totally tipsy, unable to

“So thirsty, want water.”

his face,

passed by, and occasionally there were srecognizing Fitch and greeting him, others boldly

information.

a column for sprivacy,

to leave her there, but then

family's place.

at her, their eyes met just as she looked up. Unable to resist, his fingertips brushed her cheek, the sspot

that day, leaving a

thousand words, yet she

fingers stroked the spot gently as

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

the impact.

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