Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The restaurant had only been open a short while, specializing in upscale exotic cuisine and had drummed up quite a buzz with a

members-only gimmick that drew in the well-heeled crowd.

Leaning in close, Carol whispered in his ear, "But between us, are their ingredients really all imported?"

Her breath tickled his ear, and he turned his head to avoid her, remaining silent.

Carol drew back, nonchalant.

"Guess not," she mused. "Must be from around the local bay, right?"

Felix rubbed his temples with a wry smile. "Ms. Miller, if we keep at this, I'm afraid I'll be job hunting soon."

Resting her chin in her palm, Carol's lips curved into a smile.

"So what if you are? It's not like waiting tables is hard to cby."

The words were out before she could stop them, and she instantly regretted them.

She noticed Felix purse his lips—a sign she was learning meant displeasure.

And her comment, unfiltered as it was, sounded downright insulting.

She quickly apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean you specifically. I'm a waitress too, working at a barbecue restaurant. I've been at five

different places now. It's easy to find this kind of work in Greenfield; it's a big city, with lots of demand."

Felix chuckled softly, apparently not taking offense to her earlier remark.

Eager to make amends, Carol reached for the serving fork and offered him ssteak.

It's not often we get to enjoy this kind of food. Even if it's from the local bay, it's

Have swith me."

"Sure."

having met just

out of the corner of her eye. He ate with measured

not what one might expect from a waiter. In fact, he seemed

sof the

attractive, especially when holding the

up, she couldn't help but keep her gaze on him—from his hands to the defined line of his

his shirt.

Felix seemed dressed just for her, hitting all the right notes of her

her stare, Felix put his utensils down,

"What's up?"

be but

had thought she was hungry, but now she

the clock on the wall, Felix realized how late

to start

head to work

of leftovers, which are pretty good. I snack on

it up as she went along—when had she ever dined

an eyebrow, his smile

to bewitch Carol, making her cheeks

you go, then. The life of a worker bee, it can't be helped. I

her a cup of warm tea, Felix

the door closed behind him, Carol touched her burning cheeks, alarmed by their

herself with a menu, feeling

outside, the cool

thoughts of him, particularly the image

neck, which she so wanted to tug loose,

saw him again, it was at the