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.

this kind of food. Even if it's

Have swith me."

"Sure."

met just once before, began to dine in quiet

He ate with measured grace, the sound of his fork barely audible

His manners were impeccable, not what one might expect from a waiter. In fact, he seemed to have been raised

sof the

were attractive, especially when holding the

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

his shirt.

she liked; Felix seemed dressed just for her, hitting all

put his utensils down,

"What's up?"

else could it be but the

hungry,

on the wall, Felix realized

need to start

you. I've got to head to work too. Hey, next tyou're at the barbecue place,

leftovers, which are pretty good. I snack on them all the

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

raised an eyebrow, his

smile seemed to bewitch Carol, making her

waving him off. "Off you go, then.

her a cup of

door closed behind him, Carol touched her

herself with a

outside, the cool breeze

following days, Carol didn't see Felix, but thoughts of him, particularly the image of

she so wanted to tug loose,

she saw him again, it was at the BlueSky