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?"

with the powers that be, making international travel

recent wanted status, Fitch had narrowly avoided

a commendation from Uncle Bernard. The warrant's been lifted.

Tyler was getting antsy, too.

the flights

soon? Fitch, who are you running

his own evasion, Fitch

need to clear my

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

waist.

"Tyler, you're leaving?"

Tyler casually tossed a credit card from

expression soured. "Did your little girlfriend check up on

liked her, she wouldn't

and gently tapped her cheek with

much. And for the record, I've got plenty of girlfriends; I don't know which one you're

get out."

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

his conversation

the exchange, Fitch couldn't

you'll end up dead in a woman's

to the window and resting his elbow on the sill; the

than to play cat and mouse like lan—or you,

phone between his cheek and shoulder, he

prettiest face

fell silent, focusing instead