Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Stepping out of the lobby, Fitch lit another cigarette.

He didn't usually smoke this much, but tonight he felt restless, like there was a storm brewing in his chest.

Once in his car, he gripped the steering wheel, and the sight of his fingertips reminded him of the sensation of accidentally

brushing against Zoey's lips earlier. The memory of that warm, moist touch lingered.

He reached for a pack of wet wipes in the center console, considering wiping his fingers clean, but then he paused and dropped the

pack back down.

Right on cue, his phone buzzed with a call from Tyler.

"Scrap the plans, man. I'm not in the mood for drinks tonight. Heard lan's in sdeep trouble."

"What kind of trouble?"

"lI rang up Beck. lan’s vanished, and Maja—she’s pregnant, right? She's staying at the Sanders’ place and resting up. Can you

believe those two still haven't gotten their act together?"

Leaning back in the driver's seat, Fitch contemplated Tyler's words. Even if Tyler said no drinks, he wasn't keen on going back

inside.

"Tyler, how about we jet off to North America?"

Tyler squinted his eyes, skeptical. "You sure you can leave? Don't the bigwigs keep a tight leash on you?"

family was deeply entangled with the powers that be, making international

lan's recent wanted status, Fitch had narrowly avoided being blacklisted

commendation from Uncle Bernard. The warrant's been lifted. I can go after him in broad

Tyler was getting antsy, too.

out the flights for

Fitch, who are you

own evasion, Fitch felt a twinge

need to clear

fiddling with his hair; the sash of his bathrobe cloose as a woman's soft hands

waist.

"Tyler, you're leaving?"

casually tossed a credit card from

your little girlfriend check up on you? I heard you've been seeing, what's her name?

If Tyler liked her, she

and gently tapped her

got plenty of girlfriends; I

get out."

flushed with embarrassment but she didn’t dare retort, just dressing

his conversation

overheard the exchange, Fitch couldn't help but

or later, you'll end up dead in a woman's

window and resting his elbow on the sill; the mole

to play cat

the phone between his cheek and shoulder, he lit up a

a waste of time. Even the prettiest face

silent, focusing instead on the upcoming flight