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?"

entangled with the powers that be, making international travel

with lan's recent wanted status, Fitch

The warrant's been lifted. I can go after

antsy, too. "Cool.

check out the flights for

who

own evasion, Fitch felt

to

cloose as a woman's soft hands climbed up

waist.

"Tyler, you're leaving?"

her, Tyler casually tossed a credit card

woman's expression soured. "Did your little girlfriend check up on you? I heard

hot. If Tyler liked her, she wouldn't

turned and gently tapped

got plenty of girlfriends; I don't know which one you're referring to.

get out."

with embarrassment but she

his conversation

Fitch couldn't help but

you'll end up dead in a woman's

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

die in a woman's bed than to play

phone between his cheek and shoulder, he lit up

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

instead on