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,

wanted status, Fitch had narrowly

from Uncle Bernard. The warrant's been lifted. I can go after

getting antsy, too.

check out the flights for

Fitch, who are

in his own evasion, Fitch felt a twinge

to

the sash of his bathrobe cloose as a woman's soft hands

waist.

"Tyler, you're leaving?"

at her, Tyler casually tossed a credit card from his

girlfriend check up on

even hot. If Tyler liked her, she wouldn't still

gently tapped her cheek

the record, I've got plenty of girlfriends;

get out."

face flushed with embarrassment but she

resumed his

exchange, Fitch couldn't help

or later, you'll end up dead in a

elbow on the sill; the mole on

bed than to

between his cheek and shoulder, he lit

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

instead