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

Fitch had narrowly

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

antsy, too. "Cool. When do we

out the flights

who are you

in his own evasion, Fitch felt

to clear my

sash of his bathrobe cloose as a woman's soft hands climbed up his back, encircling

waist.

"Tyler, you're leaving?"

glance at her, Tyler casually tossed a credit card

soured. "Did your little girlfriend check up on you? I heard you've been

hot. If Tyler liked her,

and gently tapped her cheek with

record, I've got plenty of girlfriends; I don't know which

get out."

but she didn’t dare retort, just

his conversation

Fitch couldn't help

later, you'll end up

laughed, strolling to the window and resting his elbow on the sill; the mole on his

in a woman's bed than to play

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

face gets old. I switch it up weekly—to

instead