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.

enjoy this kind of food. Even if it's from the

Have swith me."

"Sure."

two strangers, having met

Felix out of the corner of her eye. He ate with measured grace, the sound

from a waiter. In fact, he

the trust-fund brats she

especially when holding the silverware, almost

him—from his hands to the defined line

his shirt.

more she looked, the more she liked; Felix seemed dressed just for her, hitting all the right notes of

stare, Felix put his

"What's up?"

else could it be but the handsboy before

thought she was hungry, but now she

at the clock on the wall, Felix realized how

need to start my

won't keep you. I've got to head to work too. Hey, next

lots of leftovers, which are pretty good. I snack

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

an eyebrow, his

to bewitch Carol,

waving him off. "Off you go, then. The life

her a cup of warm tea, Felix finally

Carol touched her burning cheeks, alarmed

herself with a

the cool

Carol didn't see Felix, but thoughts of him, particularly

wanted to tug

saw him again, it was at