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

wanted status, Fitch had

commendation from Uncle Bernard. The warrant's been lifted. I can go after him in broad daylight now, no

Tyler was getting antsy, too. "Cool. When do we

out the

who are

in his own evasion, Fitch felt a

need to

bathrobe cloose as a woman's soft

waist.

"Tyler, you're leaving?"

at her, Tyler casually tossed a credit card from

on you? I heard

Tyler liked her,

tapped her cheek

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

get out."

she didn’t

resumed his

exchange, Fitch couldn't help

end up dead

resting his elbow on the sill; the mole on his nose added

woman's bed than to play cat and mouse

shoulder, he lit up a

of time. Even the prettiest face gets old. I switch it

focusing instead