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.

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

Have swith me."

"Sure."

met

the corner of her eye. He ate with measured grace, the sound of his fork

from a

the trust-fund brats

were attractive, especially when holding the silverware,

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

his shirt.

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

stare, Felix put his utensils down,

"What's up?"

be but

had thought she was hungry, but now she was truly

the clock on the wall,

to

keep you. I've got to head to work

lots of leftovers, which are pretty good.

was making it up as she went along—when had she ever

eyebrow,

seemed to bewitch Carol, making

turned to look out the window, waving him off. "Off you go, then. The life of a

cup of warm tea, Felix

Carol touched her burning cheeks, alarmed by their

fanned herself with

outside, the cool breeze

Felix, but thoughts of him,

so wanted to tug loose,

again, it was at